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237. SongIt is na, Jean, thy Bonie Face

© Robert Burns

IT is na, Jean, thy bonie face,
Nor shape that I admire;
Altho thy beauty and thy grace
Might weel awauk desire.

We Must Believe

© James Whitcomb Riley

_"Lord, I believe: help Thou mine unbelief."_

101. SongComposed in Spring

© Robert Burns

AGAIN rejoicing Nature sees
Her robe assume its vernal hues:
Her leafy locks wave in the breeze,
All freshly steepd in morning dews.

Anguish

© Adelaide Crapsey

Keep thou
Thy tearless watch
All night but when blue-dawn
Breathes on the silver moon, then weep!
Then weep!

492. Dialogue SongPhilly and Willy

© Robert Burns

He. O PHILLY, happy be that day,
When roving thro the gatherd hay,
My youthfu heart was stown away,
And by thy charms, my Philly.

Winter Violets

© Alfred Austin

Here are sad flowers, with wintry weeping wet,
Dews of the dark that drench the violet.
Thus over Her, whom death yet more endears,
Nature and Man together blend their tears.

279. Epigram on Francis Grose the Antiquary

THE DEVIL got notice that Grose was a-dying
So whip! at the summons, old Satan came flying;
But when he approached where poor Francis lay moaning,
And saw each bed-post with its burthen a-groaning,
Astonishd, confounded, cries SatanBy G,
Ill want him, ere I take such a damnable load!

Mrs. Katherines Lantern

© William Makepeace Thackeray

"Coming from a gloomy court,
Place of Israelite resort,
This old lamp I've brought with me.
Madam, on its panes you'll see
The initials K and E."

494. SongFarewell thou stream that winding flows

© Robert Burns

FAREWELL, thou stream that winding flows
Around Elizas dwelling;
O memry! spare the cruel thoes
Within my bosom swelling.

The Monks Of Basle

© John Hay

I tore this weed from the rank, dark soil
Where it grew in the monkish time,
I trimmed it close and set it again
In a border of modern rhyme.

469. SongCa the Yowes to the Knowes

© Robert Burns

Chorus.Cathe yowes to the knowes,
Ca them where the heather grows,
Ca them where the burnie rowes,
My bonie Dearie.

444. SongA Fiddler in the North

© Robert Burns

AMANG the trees, where humming bees,
At buds and flowers were hinging, O,
Auld Caledon drew out her drone,
And to her pipe was singing, O:

396. SongWandering Willie

© Robert Burns

HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie,
Now tired with wandering, haud awa hame;
Come to my bosom, my ae only dearie,
And tell me thou bringst me my Willie the same.

Dedication: Sent With The Second Edition Of The Poem To His Majesty The King Of Prussia

© Henry James Pye

Imperial Bard! if while my humble strain

Thy precepts sung to Albion's warlike train,

326. SongThe Posie

© Robert Burns

O LUVE will venture in where it daur na weel be seen,
O luve will venture in where wisdom ance has been;
But I will doun yon river rove, amang the wood sae green,
And a to pu a Posie to my ain dear May.

The Two Summers

THERE is a golden season in our year,
Between October's hale and lusty cheer,
And the hoar frost of winter's empire drear;
Which, like a fairy flood of mystic tides,

269. SongSweet Tibbie Dunbar

© Robert Burns

O WILT thou go wi me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
O wilt thou go wi me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
Wilt thou ride on a horse, or be drawn in a car,
Or walk by my side, O sweet Tibbie Dunbar?

132. Reply to a Trimming Epistle, received from a Tailor

© Robert Burns

But, sir, this pleasd them warst of a,
An therefore, Tam, when that I saw,
I said Gude night, an cam awa,
An left the Session;
I saw they were resolvèd a
On my oppression.