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With A Flower

© Emily Dickinson

I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too --
And angels know the rest.

483. Esteem for Chloris

© Robert Burns

AH, Chloris, since it may not be,
That thou of love wilt hear;
If from the lover thou maun flee,
Yet let the friend be dear.

Sonnet XV. On The Grasshopper And Cricket

© John Keats

The poetry of earth is never dead:

When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,

460. SongThe Lovely Lass o Inverness

© Robert Burns

THE LOVELY lass o Inverness,
Nae joy nor pleasure can she see;
For, een to morn she cries, alas!
And aye the saut tear blins her ee.

The Tin-Whistle Player

© Padraic Colum

'Tis long since, long since, since I heard
A tin-whistle played,
And heard the tunes, the ha'penny tunes
That nobody made!

532. SongTheir groves o sweet myrtle

THEIR groves o sweet myrtle let Foreign Lands reckon,
Where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume;
Far dearer to me yon lone glen o green breckan,
Wi the burn stealing under the lang, yellow broom.

Earth-Bound

© Alfred Noyes

Ghosts? Love would fain believe,
Earth being so fair, the dead might wish to return!
Is it so strange if, even in heaven, they yearn
For the May-time and the dreams it used to give?

531. SongTwas na her bonie blue ee

© Robert Burns

TWAS na her bonie blue ee was my ruin,
Fair tho she be, that was neer my undoin;
Twas the dear smile when nae body did mind us,
Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o kindness:
Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o kindness.

A Confidence

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

UNCLE JOHN, he makes me tired;

Thinks 'at he's jest so all-fired

331. Epigram at Brownhill Inn

© Robert Burns

AT 1 Brownhill we always get dainty good cheer,
And plenty of bacon each day in the year;
Weve a thing thats nice, and mostly in season,
But why always Baconcome, tell me a reason?

367. SongWhen she cam ben she bobbed

© Robert Burns

O WHEN she cam ben she bobbed fu law,
O when she cam ben she bobbed fu law,
And when she cam ben, she kissd Cockpen,
And syne denied she did it at a.

449. SongThe Flowery banks of Cree

© Robert Burns

HERE is the glen, and here the bower
All underneath the birchen shade;
The village-bell has told the hour,
O what can stay my lovely maid?

523. SongThe Cooper o Cuddy

© Robert Burns

ChorusWell hide the Cooper behint the door,
Behint the door, behint the door,
Well hide the Cooper behint the door,
And cover him under a mawn, O.

Sonnet. "Blaspheme not thou thy sacred life, nor turn"

Blaspheme not thou thy sacred life, nor turn

O'er joys that God hath for a season lent,

Meeting Of The Alumni Of Harvard College

I THANK you, MR. PRESIDENT, you've kindly broke the ice;
Virtue should always be the first,--I 'm only SECOND VICE--
(A vice is something with a screw that's made to hold its jaw
Till some old file has played away upon an ancient saw).

124. Motto prefixed to the Authors first Publication

© Robert Burns

THE SIMPLE Bard, unbroke by rules of art,
He pours the wild effusions of the heart;
And if inspird tis Natures powrs inspire;
Hers all the melting thrill, and hers the kindling fire.