All Poems
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534. SongFragmentWhy tell the lover
© Robert Burns
WHY, why tell thy lover
Bliss he never must enjoy?
Why, why undeceive him,
And give all his hopes the lie?
A Self Accuser
© John Donne
Your mistress, that you follow whores, still taxeth
you ;
'Tis strange that she should thus confess it, though 't be true.
108. SongWill ye go to the Indies, my Mary?
© Robert Burns
WILL ye go to the Indies, my Mary,
And leave auld Scotias shore?
Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary,
Across th Atlantic roar?
Ode IV: To The Honourable Charles Townshend In The Country
© Mark Akenside
I. 1.
How oft shall i survey
96. The Inventory
© Robert Burns
SIR, as your mandate did request,
I send you here a faithfu list,
O gudes an gear, an a my graith,
To which Im clear to gie my aith.
The Fountain
© William Cullen Bryant
Fountain, that springest on this grassy slope,
Thy quick cool murmur mingles pleasantly,
504. Apology to Mr. Syme for not dining with him
© Robert Burns
NO more of your guests, be they titled or not,
And cookery the first in the nation;
Who is proof to thy personal converse and wit,
Is proof to all other temptation.
Blossom Of Life.
© Arthur Henry Adams
SO now she lies silent and sweet
With white flowers at her head and feet,
And she, the fairest flower, between.
The bud that with her bosom's swell
547. Verses to Collector Mitchell
© Robert Burns
But by that health, Ive got a share ot,
But by that life, Im promisd mair ot,
My hale and wee, Ill tak a care ot,
A tentier way;
Then farewell folly, hide and hair ot,
For ance and aye!
Duet
© Thomas Love Peacock
All my troubles disappear,
When the dinner-bell I hear,
Over woodland, dale, and fell,
Swinging slow with solemn swell,--
The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell!
Love Declared
© Francis Thompson
I looked, she drooped, and neither spake, and cold,
We stood, how unlike all forecasted thought
249. Sappho Redivivus: A Fragment
© Robert Burns
BY all I lovd, neglected and forgot,
No friendly face eer lights my squalid cot;
Shunnd, hated, wrongd, unpitied, unredrest,
The mockd quotation of the scorners jest!
397. SongWandering Willie (Revised Version)
© Robert Burns
HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie,
Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame;
Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie,
Tell me thou bringst me my Willie the same.
The Beauteous Terrorist
© Sir Henry Parkes
Soft as the morning's pearly light,
Where yet may rise the thunder-cloud,
Her gentle face was ever bright
With noble thought and purpose proud.
316. SongThe Banks o Doon (First Version)
© Robert Burns
SWEET are the banksthe banks o Doon,
The spreading flowers are fair,
And everything is blythe and glad,
But I am fu o care.
Earth's Eternity
© John Clare
Man, Earth's poor shadow! talks of Earth's decay:
But hath it nothing of eternal kin?
183. Verses Written with a Pencil at the Inn at Kenmore
© Robert Burns
ADMIRING Nature in her wildest grace,
These northern scenes with weary feet I trace;
Oer many a winding dale and painful steep,
Th abodes of coveyd grouse and timid sheep,
The Whaups (To S R Crockett)
© Robert Louis Stevenson
BLOWS the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying
Blows the wind on the moors to-day and now,
