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Sonnets At Christmas II

© Allen Tate

Ah, Christ, I love you rings to the wild sky

And I must think a little of the past:

308. The Epitaph on Captain Matthew Henderson

© Robert Burns

STOP, passenger! my story’s brief,
And truth I shall relate, man;
I tell nae common tale o’ grief,
For Matthew was a great man.

In September

© Edward Dowden

SPRING scarce had greener fields to show than these

Of mid September; through the still warm noon

291. Song—The Captive Ribband

© Robert Burns

DEAR Myra, the captive ribband’s mine,
’Twas all my faithful love could gain;
And would you ask me to resign
The sole reward that crowns my pain?

156. Verses inscribed under a Noble Earl’s Picture

© Robert Burns

WHOSE 1 is that noble, dauntless brow?
And whose that eye of fire?
And whose that generous princely mien,
E’en rooted foes admire?

I see thee better—in the Dark

© Emily Dickinson

I see thee better—in the Dark—
I do not need a Light—
The Love of Thee—a Prism be—
Excelling Violet—

Written at the Request of a Gentleman to Whom a Lady Had Given a Sprig of Myrtle

© Samuel Johnson

What hopes - what terrors does this gift create?

Ambiguous emblem of uncertain fate.

287. Song—The Battle of Sherramuir

© Robert Burns

“O CAM ye here the fight to shun,
Or herd the sheep wi’ me, man?
Or were ye at the Sherra-moor,
Or did the battle see, man?”

A Strike Rhyme

© Lesbia Harford

The strike's done.
The men won.
The ships sail the sea
To bring back

450. Monody on a Lady, famed for her Caprice

© Robert Burns

HOW cold is that bosom which folly once fired,
How pale is that cheek where the rouge lately glisten’d;
How silent that tongue which the echoes oft tired,
How dull is that ear which to flatt’ry so listen’d!

370. Song—Sic a Wife as Willie had

© Robert Burns

WILLIE WASTLE dwalt on Tweed,
The spot they ca’d it Linkumdoddie;
Willie was a wabster gude,
Could stown a clue wi’ ony body:

After a Visit

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

I BE'N down in ole Kentucky

  Fur a week er two, an' say,

327. On Glenriddell’s Fox breaking his chain: A Fragment

© Robert Burns

These things premised, I sing a Fox,
Was caught among his native rocks,
And to a dirty kennel chained,
How he his liberty regained.

114. Versified Note to Dr. Mackenzie, Mauchline

© Robert Burns

FRIDAY first’s the day appointed
By the Right Worshipful anointed,
To hold our grand procession;
To get a blad o’ Johnie’s morals,

Cupid In Ambush

© Matthew Prior

It oft to many has successful been

Upon his arm to let his mistress lean,

154. Lines Inscribed under Fergusson’s Portrait

© Robert Burns

CURSE on ungrateful man, that can be pleased,
And yet can starve the author of the pleasure.
O thou, my elder brother in misfortune,
By far my elder brother in the Muses,

A Dream Lesson

© Carolyn Wells

Once there was a little boy who wouldn't go to bed,
When they hinted at the subject he would only shake his head,
When they asked him his intentions, he informed them pretty straight
That he wouldn't go to bed at all, and Nursey needn't wait.

139. Lines on Meeting with Lord Daer

© Robert Burns

Then from his Lordship I shall learn,
Henceforth to meet with unconcern
One rank as weel’s another;
Nae honest, worthy man need care
To meet with noble youthful Daer,
For he but meets a brother.

49. Epigram on the said Occasion

© Robert Burns

O DEATH, had’st thou but spar’d his life,
Whom we this day lament,
We freely wad exchanged the wife,
And a’ been weel content.

A Child’s Song

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

The starlings they have come to town,

With polka dots on their robes of brown;

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