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394. SongBraw Lads o Gala Water

© Robert Burns

BRAW, braw lads on Yarrow-braes,
They rove amang the blooming heather;
But Yarrow braes, nor Ettrick shaws
Can match the lads o Galla Water.

Milton

© Robert Fuller Murray

with apologies to Lord Tennyson
O swallow-tailed purveyor of college sprees,
O skilled to please the student fraternity,
Most honoured publican of Scotland,

109. My Highland Lassie, O

© Robert Burns

NAE gentle dames, tho eer sae fair,
Shall ever be my muses care:
Their titles a arc empty show;
Gie me my Highland lassie, O.

Mother, Washing Dishes by Susan Meyers : American Life in Poetry #267 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate

Here’s a poem by Susan Meyers, of South Carolina, about the most ordinary of activities, washing the dishes, but in this instance remembering this ordinary routine provides an opportunity for speculation about the private pleasures of a lost parent.

419. Bonie Jean: A Ballad

© Robert Burns

THERE was a lass, and she was fair,
At kirk or market to be seen;
When a our fairest maids were met,
The fairest maid was bonie Jean.

13. SongBonie Peggy Alison

© Robert Burns

Chor.And Ill kiss thee yet, yet,
And Ill kiss thee oer again:
And Ill kiss thee yet, yet,
My bonie Peggy Alison.

Life and Death

© Charles Harpur

Yet not for horror, nor to weep;
But through the solemn dark to see
That life, though swift, is wonder-deep,
And death the only key
That lets to that mysterious height
Where earth and heaven in God unite.

411. Extempore Reply to an Invitation

© Robert Burns

THE KINGS most humble servant, I
Can scarcely spare a minute;
But Ill be wi you by an by;
Or else the Deils be in it.

I've Got a Golden Ticket

© Roald Dahl

I never thought my life could be
Anything but catastrophe
But suddenly I begin to see
A bit of good luck for me

The Lark and The Wind

© George MacDonald

In the air why such a ringing?

On the earth why such a droning?

382. SongIll meet thee on the Lea Rig

© Robert Burns

WHEN oer the hill the eastern star
Tells bughtin time is near, my jo,
And owsen frae the furrowd field
Return sae dowf and weary O;

Limerick:There was an Old Man of Marseilles

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Man of Marseilles,
Whose daughters wore bottle-green veils;
They caught several Fish,
Which they put in a dish,
And sent to their Pa' at Marseilles.

104. The Lament

© Robert Burns

O THOU pale orb that silent shines
While care-untroubled mortals sleep!
Thou seest a wretch who inly pines.
And wanders here to wail and weep!

I Have A Hundred Lives

© Sri Aurobindo

I have a hundred lives before me yet
To grasp thee in, O Spirit ethereal,
Be sure I will with heart insatiate
Pursue thee like a hunter through them all.

47. Epitaph on a Noisy Polemic

© Robert Burns

BELOW thir stanes lie Jamies banes;
O Death, its my opinion,
Thou neer took such a blethrin bitch
Into thy dark dominion!

Epilogue

© Alfred Noyes

All the shores when day is done
Fade into the setting sun,
So the story tries to teach
More than can be told in speech.

171. Burlesque Lament fo Wm. Creechs Absence

© Robert Burns

May never wicked Fortune touzle him!
May never wicked men bamboozle him!
Until a pow as aulds Methusalem
He canty claw!
Then to the blessed new Jerusalem,
Fleet wing awa!

Horace, Lib. I, Epist. IX, Imitated. To The Right Honourable Mr. Harley

From this wild fancy, sir, there may proceed
One wilder yet, which I foresee, and dread;
That I, in fact, a real interest have,
Which to my own advantage I would save,
And, with the usual courtier's trick, intend
To serve myself, forgetful of my friend.