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307. Elegy on Captain Matthew Henderson
© Robert Burns
Go to your sculpturd tombs, ye Great,
In a the tinsel trash o state!
But by thy honest turf Ill wait,
Thou man of worth!
And weep the ae best fellows fate
Eer lay in earth.
Der Regen
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Der Regen haelt noch immer an!
So klagt der arme Bauersmann;
Doch eher stimm ich nicht mit ein,
Es regne denn in meinen Wein.
189. Verses on Castle Gordon
© Robert Burns
STREAMS that glide in orient plains,
Never bound by Winters chains;
Glowing here on golden sands,
There immixd with foulest stains
The Broken Tower
© Hart Crane
The bell-rope that gathers God at dawn
Dispatches me as though I dropped down the knell
Of a spent day - to wander the cathedral lawn
From pit to crucifix, feet chill on steps from hell.
126. Lines written on a Bank-note
© Robert Burns
WAE worth thy power, thou cursed leaf!
Fell source o a my woe and grief!
For lack o thee Ive lost my lass!
For lack o thee I scrimp my glass!
Dusk In Autumn
© Sara Teasdale
The moon is like a scimitar,
A little silver scimitar,
A-drifting down the sky.
And near beside it is a star,
519. Ballad on Mr. Herons ElectionNo. 2
© Robert Burns
FY, let us a to Kirkcudbright,
For there will be bickerin there;
For Murrays light horse are to muster,
And O how the heroes will swear!
April Byeway
© Edmund Blunden
Friend whom I never saw, yet dearest friend,
Be with me travelling on the byeway now
288. SongThe Braes o Killiecrankie
© Robert Burns
WHERE hae ye been sae braw, lad?
Whare hae ye been sae brankie, O?
Whare hae ye been sae braw, lad?
Cam ye by Killiecrankie, O?
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
ASKING FOR HER HEART
Give me thy heart, Juliet, give me thy heart!
I have a need of it, an absolute need,
Because my own heart has thus long been dead.
177. Elegy on the Death of Sir James Hunter Blair
© Robert Burns
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare,
Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave;
Th inconstant blast howld thro the darkning air,
And hollow whistled in the rocky cave.
446. A Vision
© Robert Burns
AS I stood by yon roofless tower,
Where the waflower scents the dewy air,
Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower,
And tells the midnight moon her care.
To a Poet
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Let verse of yours be flexible, but strong,
Strong as a poplar under valley's cover,
Strong as the earth under a plough, long,
Strong as a girl, who never knew a lover.
474. On seeing Mrs. Kemble in Yarico
© Robert Burns
KEMBLE, thou curst my unbelief
For Moses and his rod;
At Yaricos sweet nor of grief
The rock with tears had flowd.
The Suliote Mother
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
She stood upon the loftiest peak,
Amidst the clear blue sky,
A bitter smile was on her cheek,
And a dark flash in her eye.
273. SongTam Glen
© Robert Burns
MY heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,
Some counsel unto me come len,
To anger them a is a pity,
But what will I do wi Tam Glen?
Sonnet XIV. From Petrarch
© Charlotte Turner Smith
LOOSE to the wind her golden tresses stream'd,
Forming bright waves with amorous Zephyr's sighs;
And though averted now, her charming eyes
Then with warm love, and melting pity beam'd,
274. SongCarle, an the King come
© Robert Burns
Chorus.Carle, an the King come,
Carle, an the King come,
Thou shalt dance and I will sing,
Carle, an the King come.
The Tangled Skein
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Try we life-long, we can never
Straighten out life's tangled skein,
