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399. SongOpen the door to me, oh

© Robert Burns

OH, open the door, some pity to shew,
Oh, open the door to me, oh,
Tho thou hast been false, Ill ever prove true,
Oh, open the door to me, oh.

551. Ballad on Mr. Herons ElectionNo. 4

© Robert Burns

WHA will buy my troggin, fine election ware,
Broken trade o Broughton, a in high repair?

Song of the Zetland Fisherman

© Sir Walter Scott

Farewell, merry maidens, to song, and to laugh,
For the brave lads of Westra are bound to the Haaf;
And we must have labour, and hunger, and pain,
Ere we dance with the maids of Dunrossness again.

353. Poem on Sensibility

© Robert Burns

SENSIBILITY, how charming,
Dearest Nancy, thou canst tell;
But distress, with horrors arming,
Thou alas! hast known too well!

Dreadful

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

Someone ate the baby.

It's rather sad to say.

404. EpigramThe True Loyal Natives

© Robert Burns

YE true Loyal Natives attend to my song
In uproar and riot rejoice the night long;
From Envy and Hatred your corps is exempt,
But where is your shield from the darts of Contempt!

Wider behind than the vast universe
Our spirit scans the drama and the stir,
A peace, a light, an ecstasy, a power
Waiting at the end of blindness and the curse
That veils it from its ignorant minister,
The grandeur of its free eternal hour.

77. Epitaph on John Dove, Innkeeper

© Robert Burns

Strong ale was ablution,
Small beer persecution,
A dram was memento mori;
But a full-flowing bowl
Was the saving his soul,
And port was celestial glory.

For Four Guilds: III. The Stone-Masons

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

We have graven the mountain of God with hands,

As our hands were graven of God, they say,

91. The Vision

© Robert Burns

And wear thou thisshe solemn said,
And bound the holly round my head:
The polishd leaves and berries red
Did rustling play;
And, like a passing thought, she fled
In light away. [To Mrs. Stewart of Stair Burns presented a manuscript copy of the Vision. That copy embraces about twenty stanzas at the end of Duan First, which he cancelled when he came to print the price in his Kilmarnock volume. Seven of these he restored in printing his second edition, as noted on p. 174. The following are the verses which he left unpublished.]

In The Beginning

© Harriet Monroe

WHEN sunshine met the wave,
Then love was born;
Then Venus rose to save
A world forlorn.

362. SongThou Gloomy December

© Robert Burns

ANCE mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December!
Ance mair I hail thee wi sorrow and care;
Sad was the parting thou makes me remember
Parting wi Nancy, oh, neer to meet mair!

Autumn Frost

© Boris Pasternak

The morning sun shows like a pillar
Of fire through smoke on frosty days.
As on a faulty snap, it cannot
Make out my features in the haze.

40. Reply to an Announcement by J. Rankine

© Robert Burns

I hae been in fort ance or twice,
And winna say oer far for thrice;
Yet never met wi that surprise
That broke my rest;
But now a rumours like to rise
A whaups i the nest!