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556. Inscription to Jessie Lewars

© Robert Burns

All blameless joys on earth we find,
And all the treasures of the mind
These be thy guardian and reward;
So prays thy faithful friend, the Bard.DUMFRIES, June 26, 1769.

149. Mr. William Smellie: A Sketch

© Robert Burns

SHREWD Willie Smellie to Crochallan came;
The old cockd hat, the grey surtout the same;
His bristling beard just rising in its might,
Twas four long nights and days to shaving night:

Songs In Many Keys

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

1849-1861

THE piping of our slender, peaceful reeds

488. SongThe Winter of Life

© Robert Burns

BUT lately seen in gladsome green,
The woods rejoicd the day,
Thro gentle showers, the laughing flowers
In double pride were gay:

If so, take new and greater courage then,
And think no more withouten help you stand;
For sure as God on His eternal throne
Sits, mindful of the sinful deeds of men,
--The awful Sword of Justice in His hand,--
You shall not, no, you shall not, fight alone.

503. inscription on Mr. Symes crystal goblet

© Robert Burns

THERES Death in the cup, so beware!
Nay, morethere is danger in touching;
But who can avoid the fell snare,
The man and his wines so bewitching!

346. SongSuch a parcel of Rogues in a Nation

© Robert Burns

FAREWEEL to a our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory;
Fareweel evn to the Scottish name,
Sae famd in martial story.

518. Ballad on Mr. Herons ElectionNo. 1

© Robert Burns

WHOM will you send to London town,
To Parliament and a that?
Or wha in a the country round
The best deserves to fa that?

Sunrise

© George Meredith

The clouds are withdrawn

And their thin-rippled mist,

458. Epitaph on John Busby, Esq., Tinwald Downs

© Robert Burns

HERE lies John Bushbyhonest man,
Cheat him, Devilif you can!

Krishna In The Cradle

© Sant Surdas

Yasoda lulling Hari to sleep,

Shaking the cradle, cuddling and fondling,

182. The Libellers Self-reproof

© Robert Burns

RASH 1 mortal, and slanderous poet, thy name
Shall no longer appear in the records of Fame;
Dost not know that old Mansfield, who writes like the Bible,
Says, the more tis a truth, sir, the more tis a libel!

Limerick:There was a Young Lady of Clare

© Edward Lear

There was a Young Lady of Clare,
Who was sadly pursued by a bear;
When she found she was tired,
She abruptly expired,
That unfortunate Lady of Clare.

509. SongFragmentThere was a Bonie Lass

© Robert Burns

THERE was a bonie lass, and a bonie, bonie lass,
And she loed her bonie laddie dear;
Till Wars loud alarms tore her laddie frae her arms,
Wi mony a sigh and tear.

Sleep Teases A Man

Markov took off his boots and, with a deep breath, lay down on the divan.
He felt sleepy but, as soon as he closed his eyes, the desire for sleep immediately passed. Markov opened his eyes and stretched out his hand for a book. But sleep again came over him and, not even reaching the book, Markov lay down and once more closed his eyes. But, the moment his eyes closed, sleepiness left him again and his consciousness became so clear that Markov could solve in his head algebraical problems involving equations with two unknown quantities.
Markov was tormented for quite some time, not knowing what to do: should he sleep or should he liven himself up? Finally, exhausted and thoroughly sick of himself and his room, Markov put on his coat and hat, took his walking cane and went out on to the street. The fresh breeze calmed Makarov down, he became rather more at one with himself and felt like going back home to his room.
Upon going into his room, he experienced an agreeable bodily fatigue and felt like sleeping. But, as soon as he lay down on the divan and closed his eyes, his sleepiness instantly evaporated.