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The One Whose Reproach I Cannot Evade

© George Hitchcock

She sits in her glass garden
and awaits the guests -
The sailor with the blue tangerines
the fish clothed in languages
the dolphin with a revolver in its teeth.

A Uma Senhora Que Me Pediu Versos

© Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis

Pensa em ti mesma, acharás
Melhor poesia,
Viveza, graça, alegria,
Doçura e paz.

43. SongO Leave Novels!

© Robert Burns

O LEAVE novels, 1 ye Mauchline belles,
Yere safer at your spinning-wheel;
Such witching books are baited hooks
For rakish rooks, like Rob Mossgiel;

296. The Five Carlins: An Election Ballad

© Robert Burns

THERE was five Carlins in the South,
They fell upon a scheme,
To send a lad to London town,
To bring them tidings hame.

Alexander By Thebes

© Anna Akhmatova

I think, the king was fierce, though young,
When he proclaimed, "Youll level Thebes with ground."
And the old chief perceived this city proud,
Hed seen in times that are in sagas sung.

335. SongFragmentJohnie lad, Cock up your Beaver

© Robert Burns

WHEN first my brave Johnie lad came to this town,
He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown;
But now he has gotten a hat and a feather,
Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver!

The Mirror

© Madison Julius Cawein

An antique mirror this,
I like it not at all,
In this lonely room where the goblin gloom
Scowls from the arrased wall.

261. The Wounded Hare

© Robert Burns

INHUMAN man! curse on thy barbrous art,
And blasted be thy murder-aiming eye;
May never pity soothe thee with a sigh,
Nor ever pleasure glad thy cruel heart!

Waldenses

© William Wordsworth

THOSE had given earliest notice, as the lark

Springs from the ground the morn to gratulate;

102. To a Mountain Daisy

© Robert Burns

Evn thou who mournst the Daisys fate,
That fate is thineno distant date;
Stern Ruins plough-share drives elate,
Full on thy bloom,
Till crushd beneath the furrows weight,
Shall be thy doom!

It's A Queer Time

© Robert Graves

It's hard to know if you're alive or dead

When steel and fire go roaring through your head.

281. Sonnet to R. Graham, Esq., on Receiving a Favour

© Robert Burns

I CALL no Goddess to inspire my strains,
A fabled Muse may suit a bard that feigns:
Friend of my life! my ardent spirit burns,
And all the tribute of my heart returns,

88. The Authors Earnest Cry and Prayer

© Robert Burns

Scotland, my auld, respected mither!
Tho whiles ye moistify your leather,
Till, whare ye sit on craps o heather,
Ye tine your dam;
Freedom an whisky gang thegither!
Take aff your dram!

41. Epistle to John Rankine

© Robert Burns

It pits me aye as mads a hare;
So I can rhyme nor write nae mair;
But pennyworths again is fair,
When times expedient:
Meanwhile I am, respected Sir,
Your most obedient.