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218. SongTalk of him thats Far Awa
© Robert Burns
MUSING on the roaring ocean,
Which divides my love and me;
Wearying heavn in warm devotion,
For his weal whereer he be.
The Refugees Haven
© Victor Marie Hugo
You may doubt I find comfort in England
But, there, 'tis a refuge from dangers!
Where a Cromwell dictated to Milton,
Republicans ne'er can be strangers!
78. Epitaph for James Smith
© Robert Burns
LAMENT him, Mauchline husbands a,
He aften did assist ye;
For had ye staid hale weeks awa,
Your wives they neer had missd ye.
The Trees like Tasselshitand swung
© Emily Dickinson
The Trees like Tasselshitand swung
There seemed to rise a Tune
From Miniature Creatures
Accompanying the Sun
392. SongPoortith cauld and restless love
© Robert Burns
O POORTITH cauld, and restless love,
Ye wrack my peace between ye;
Yet poortith a I could forgive,
An twere na for my Jeanie.
252. Lines to John MMurdo of Drumlanrig
© Robert Burns
O COULD I give thee Indias wealth,
As I this trifle send;
Because thy joy in both would be
To share them with a friend.
Disappointed.
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
AN old man planted and dug and tended,
Toiling in joy from dew to dew;
60. Epistle on J. Lapraik
© Robert Burns
But, to conclude my lang epistle,
As my auld pens worn to the gristle,
Twa lines frae you wad gar me fissle,
Who am, most fervent,
While I can either sing or whistle,
Your friend and servant.
210. SongStay my Charmer
© Robert Burns
STAY my charmer, can you leave me?
Cruel, cruel to deceive me;
Well you know how much you grieve me;
Cruel charmer, can you go!
Cruel charmer, can you go!
Burnss Statue At Irvine
© Alfred Austin
Yes! let His place be there!
Where the lone moorland gazes on the sea,
Not in the squalid street nor pompous square:
So that he again may be
From contamination free,
His pedestal the plain, his canopy the air!
95. Address to the Unco Guid
© Robert Burns
O YE wha are sae guid yoursel,
Sae pious and sae holy,
Yeve nought to do but mark and tell
Your neibours fauts and folly!
541. SongFragmentLeezie Lindsay
© Robert Burns
WILL ye go to the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay,
Will ye go to the Hielands wi me?
Will ye go to the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay,
My pride and my darling to be.
Masochistic Baby
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Oh, ever since my Masochistic Baby went and left me
I got nothin to hit but the wall.
She loved me when I beat her,
But I started actin sweeter,
417. SongBlythe hae I been on yon hill
© Robert Burns
BLYTHE hae I been on yon hill,
As the lambs before me;
Careless ilka thought and free,
As the breeze flew oer me;
258. Epistle to James Tennant of Glenconner
© Robert Burns
Now fare ye weel, an joy be wi you:
For my sake, this I beg it o you,
Assist poor Simson a ye can,
Yell fin; him just an honest man;
Sae I conclude, and quat my chanter,
Yours, saint or sinner,ROB THE RANTER.
The Flight of the Goddess
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
A man should live in a garret aloof,
And have few friends, and go poorly clad,
With an old hat stopping the chink in the roof,
To keep the Goddess constant and glad.
372. SongKellyburn Braes
© Robert Burns
THERE lived a carl in Kellyburn Braes,
Hey, and the rue grows bonie wi thyme;
And he had a wife was the plague of his days,
And the thyme it is witherd, and rue is in prime.
A Requiem
© Herman Melville
_For Soldiers lost in Ocean Transports_
When, after storms that woodlands rue,
324. SongThe Charms of Lovely Davies
© Robert Burns
O HOW shall I, unskilfu, try
The poets occupation?
The tunefu powers, in happy hours,
That whisper inspiration;
Poppy And Mandragora
© Madison Julius Cawein
Let us go far from here!
Here there is sadness in the early year:
