All Poems
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Hope and Patience
© George MacDonald
An unborn bird lies crumpled and curled,
A-dreaming of the world.
222. Verses to Clarinda, with Drinking Glasses
© Robert Burns
FAIR Empress of the Poets soul,
And Queen of Poetesses;
Clarinda, take this little boon,
This humble pair of glasses:
Sonnet IV
© Caroline Norton
BE frank with me, and I accept my lot;
But deal not with me as a grieving child,
Who for the loss of that which he hath not
Is by a show of kindness thus beguiled.
42. A Poets Welcome to his Love-Begotten Daughter
© Robert Burns
For if thou be what I wad hae thee,
And tak the counsel I shall gie thee,
Ill never rue my trouble wi thee,
The cost nor shame ot,
But be a loving father to thee,
And brag the name ot.
IX. O Poverty! though from thy haggard eye...
© William Lisle Bowles
O POVERTY! though from thy haggard eye,
Thy cheerless mein, of every charm bereft,
115. The Farewell to the Brethren of St. Jamess Lodge, Tarbolton
© Robert Burns
ADIEU! a heart-warm fond adieu;
Dear brothers of the mystic tie!
Ye favourèd, enlightend few,
Companions of my social joy;
17. Paraphrase of the First Psalm
© Robert Burns
THE MAN, in life wherever placd,
Hath happiness in store,
Who walks not in the wickeds way,
Nor learns their guilty lore!
On Lady Charles Beauclerc's Death
© Walter Savage Landor
Nor empty are the honours that we pay
To the departed; our own hearts are fill'd
Jezreel
© Thomas Hardy
Did they catch as it were in a Vision at shut of the day-
When their cavalry smote through the ancient Esdraelon Plain,
And they crossed where the Tishbite stood forth in his enemy's way-
His gaunt mournful Shade as he bade the King haste off amain?
472. To the beautiful Miss Eliza Jn, on her principles of Liberty and Eqality
© Robert Burns
HOW, Liberty! girl, can it be by thee namd?
Equality too! hussey, art not ashamd?
Free and Equal indeed, while mankind thou enchainest,
And over their hearts a proud Despot so reignest.
Home
© George Herbert
Come, Lord, my head doth burn, my heart is sick,
While thou dost ever, ever stay:
Thy long deferrings wound me to the quick,
My spirit gaspeth night and day.
O show thy self to me,
Or take me up to thee!
195. SongA Rose-bud by my Early Walk
© Robert Burns
A ROSE-BUD by my early walk,
Adown a corn-enclosed bawk,
Sae gently bent its thorny stalk,
All on a dewy morning.
7. Ah, woe is me, my Mother dear
© Robert Burns
AH, woe is me, my mother dear!
A man of strife yeve born me:
For sair contention I maun bear;
They hate, revile, and scorn me.
Acropolis
© Lawrence Durrell
The soft quem quam will be Scops the Owl
conjugation of nouns, a line of enquiry,
342. SongSweet Afton
© Robert Burns
FLOW gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes,
Flow gently, Ill sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Marys asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
238. SongAuld Lang Syne
© Robert Burns
SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!
80. The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata
© Robert Burns
AirTuneSoldiers Joy.I am a son of Mars who have been in many wars,
And show my cuts and scars wherever I come;
This here was for a wench, and that other in a trench,
When welcoming the French at the sound of the drum.
Lal de daudle, &c.
283. SongWillie brewd a Peck o Maut
© Robert Burns
O WILLIE 1 brewd a peck o maut,
And Rob and Allen cam to see;
Three blyther hearts, that lee-lang night,
Ye wadna found in Christendie.
358. A Grace after Dinner
© Robert Burns
O THOU, in whom we live and move
Who made the sea and shore;
Thy goodness constantly we prove,
And grateful would adore;
