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437. SongThine am I, my faithful Fair

© Robert Burns

THINE am I, my faithful Fair,
Thine, my lovely Nancy;
Evry pulse along my veins,
Evry roving fancy.

A Psychological Tip

© Piet Hein

Whenever you're called on to make up your mind,

and you're hampered by not having any,

303. SongThe Gowden Locks of Anna

© Robert Burns

YESTREEN I had a pint o wine,
A place where body saw na;
Yestreen lay on this breast o mine
The gowden locks of Anna.

354. EpigramThe Toad-eater

© Robert Burns

OF Lordly acquaintance you boast,
And the Dukes that you dined wi yestreen,
Yet an insects an insect at most,
Tho it crawl on the curl of a Queen!

Ideals

© Edgar Albert Guest

Better than land or gold or trade

Are a high ideal and a purpose true;

351. Second Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry

© Robert Burns

Criticsappalld, I venture on the name;
Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame:
Bloody dissectors, worse than ten Monroes;
He hacks to teach, they mangle to expose:

The Thorn In The Flesh

© George MacDonald

Within my heart a worm had long been hid.

I knew it not when I went down and chid

129. The Calf

© Robert Burns

RIGHT, sir! your text Ill prove it true,
Tho heretics may laugh;
For instance, theres yourself just now,
God knows, an unco calf.

Walking, snow falling, it is possible
to focus at various distances
in turn on separate flakes, sharply engage
the attention at several spatial points:
the nearer cold and more uncomfortable,
the farther distanced and almost pleasing.

545. SongMallys meek, Mallys sweet

© Robert Burns

ChorusMallys meek, Mallys sweet,
Mallys modest and discreet;
Mallys rare, Mallys fair,
Mallys every way complete.

The Bards Who Lived at Manly

© Henry Lawson

The camp of high-class spielers,

Who sneered in summer dress,

157. Prologue, spoken by Mr. Woods at Edinburgh

© Robert Burns

WHEN, by a generous Publics kind acclaim,
That dearest meed is grantedhonest fame;
Waen here your favour is the actors lot,
Nor even the man in private life forgot;

Prop: 2, L: 11 E: Quicunque &c

© Thomas Parnell

Vast was his soul some favorite above

Whose bolder pencil made a boy of love

Criterion

When you are mixed with many I descry
A single light, and judge the rest thereby.
But when you are alone with me, why then,
I quite forget all women and all men.

57. Holy Willies Prayer

© Robert Burns

But, Ld, remember me an mine
Wi mercies tempral an divine,
That I for grace an gear may shine,
Excelld by nane,
And a the glory shall be thine,
Amen, Amen!

Progress of Advice

Says Richard to Thomas (and seem'd half afraid)
"I'm thinking to marry thy mistress's maid;
Now, because Mrs. Lucy to thee is well known,
I will do't if thou bidst me, or let it alone.

407. EpigramThanks for a National Victory

© Robert Burns

YE hypocrites! are these your pranks?
To murder men and give God thanks!
Desist, for shame!proceed no further;
God wont accept your thanks for MURTHER