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The Old Professor

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

See, there he goes, a-pulling his long beard;

With frowning brow, and far and absent gaze,

322. SongThe Bonie Wee Thing

© Robert Burns

Chorus.Bonie wee thing, cannie wee thing,
Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine,
I wad wear thee in my bosom,
Lest my jewel it should tine.

The Alchemist

© Ezra Pound

Chant for the Transmutation of Metals

Sail of Claustra, Aelis, Azalais,

260. Sketch in Verse, inscribed to the Right Hon. C. J. Fox

© Robert Burns

But now for a Patron whose name and whose glory,
At once may illustrate and honour my story.

Said The Thistle-Down

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

"If thou wilt hold my silver hair,

O Lady sweet and bright;

8. SongMontgomeries Peggy

© Robert Burns

ALTHO my bed were in yon muir,
Amang the heather, in my plaidie;
Yet happy, happy would I be,
Had I my dear Montgomeries Peggy.

134. Fragment of SongThe Night was Still

© Robert Burns

THE NIGHT was still, and oer the hill
The moon shone on the castle wa;
The mavis sang, while dew-drops hang
Around her on the castle wa;

33. SongIndeed will I, quo Findlay

© Robert Burns

WHA is that at my bower-door?
O wha is it but Findlay!
Then gae your gate, yese nae be here:
Indeed maun I, quo Findlay;

479. Epigram on a Swearing Coxcomb

© Robert Burns

HERE cursing, swearing Burton lies,
A buck, a beau, or Dem my eyes!
Who in his life did little good,
And his last words were Dem my blood!

209. SongMPhersons Farewell

© Robert Burns

FAREWELL, ye dungeons dark and strong,
The wretchs destinie!
MPhersons time will not be long
On yonder gallows-tree.

O little isle our fathers held for home,
Not, not alone thy standards and thy hosts
Lead where thy sons shall follow, Mother Land:
Quick as the north wind, ardent as the foam,
Behold, behold the invulnerable ghosts
Of all past greatnesses about thee stand.

67. Epistle to John Goldie, in Kilmarnock

© Robert Burns

Ive seen me dazed upon a time,
I scarce could wink or see a styme;
Just ae half-mutchkin does me prime,
Ought less is little
Then back I rattle on the rhyme,
As glegs a whittle.

554. SongA Health to ane I loe dear

© Robert Burns

ChorusHeres a health to ane I loe dear,
Heres a health to ane I loe dear;
Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet,
And soft as their parting tearJessy.

O Living Always--Always Dying

© Walt Whitman

O LIVING always-always dying!

O the burials of me, past and present!

264. SongOn a Bank of Flowers

© Robert Burns

ON a bank of flowers, in a summer day,
For summer lightly drest,
The youthful, blooming Nelly lay,
With love and sleep opprest;

The Choice

This Consul Casementhe who heard the cry

Of stricken peopleand who in his fight

520. Ballad on Mr. Herons ElectionNo. 3

© Robert Burns

TWAS in the seventeen hunder year
O grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the waeest man
Of ony man alive.

Butterflies

O child of Joy! What idle life is thine!
Thou, in these meadows, while thy skies are blue,
And while thy joys are new to thee like wine,
Chasest mad butterflies as children do.
And lo, thou turnest from them to repine,
Because it was not love thou didst pursue.