All Poems
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32. SongGreen Grow the Rashes
© Robert Burns
Chor.Green grow the rashes, O;
Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that eer I spend,
Are spent amang the lasses, O.
The Funny Kittens
© Carolyn Wells
Once there were some silly kittens,
And they knitted woolly mittens
To bestow upon the freezing Hottentots.
But the Hottentots refused them,
Saying that they never used them
Unless crocheted of red with yellow spots.
66. Elegy on the Death of Robert Ruisseaux
© Robert Burns
Thohe was bred to kintra-wark,
And counted was baith wight and stark,
Yet that was never Robins mark
To mak a man;
But tell him, he was learnd and clark,
Ye roosd him then!
130. Natures Law: A Poem
© Robert Burns
LET other heroes boast their scars,
The marks of sturt and strife:
And other poets sing of wars,
The plagues of human life:
To B. R. Haydon
© William Wordsworth
HIGH is our calling, Friend!--Creative Art
(Whether the instrument of words she use,
Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues,)
Demands the service of a mind and heart,
292. SongFarewell to the Highlands
© Robert Burns
FAREWELL to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever
© Robert Burns
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, and then for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Is This Thy Kindness To Thy Friend (Christ A Redeemer And Friend)
© John Newton
Poor, weak and worthless though I am
I have a rich almighty friend;
Jesus, the Saviour, is His Name;
He freely loves, and without end.
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXIX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
How strangely now I come, a man of sorrow,
Nor yet such sorrow as youth dreamed of, blind,
But life's last indigence which dares not borrow
One garment more of Hope to cheat life's wind.
59. Death and Dr. Hornbook
© Robert Burns
But just as he began to tell,
The auld kirk-hammer strak the bell
Some wee short hour ayont the twal,
Which raisd us baith:
I took the way that pleasd mysel,
And sae did Death.
The Art Of War. Book VI.
© Henry James Pye
If chiefs like these in combat vers'd have found
Their honors fade as fortune sudden frown'd,
If they have fall'n from fortune's giddy height,
What can ye hope yet novices in fight?
Scarce wean'd by fierce Bellona's fostering arms,
Young in the field, and new to War's alarms.
The Sermon Of The Rose
© James Whitcomb Riley
Wilful we are in our infirmity
Of childish questioning and discontent.
37. Epitaph on William Muir
© Robert Burns
AN HONEST man here lies at rest
As eer God with his image blest;
The friend of man, the friend of truth,
The friend of age, and guide of youth:
Against Hope
© Abraham Cowley
HOPE, whose weak Being ruin'd is,
Alike if it succeed, and if it miss ;
357. A Grace before Dinner
© Robert Burns
O THOU who kindly dost provide
For every creatures want!
We bless Thee, God of Nature wide,
For all Thy goodness lent:
Life Is A Dream - Act II
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
CLOTALDO. Reasons fail me not to show
That the experiment may not answer;
But there is no remedy now,
For a sign from the apartment
Tells me that he hath awoken
And even hitherward advances.
314. SongTherell never be Peace till Jamie comes hame
© Robert Burns
BY yon Castle wa, at the close of the day,
I heard a man sing, tho his head it was grey:
And as he was singing, the tears doon came,
Therell never be peace till Jamie comes hame.
148. To Miss Logan, with Beatties Poems
© Robert Burns
AGAIN the silent wheels of time
Their annual round have driven,
And you, tho scarce in maiden prime,
Are so much nearer Heaven.
The General Elliott
© Robert Graves
He fell in victory's fierce pursuit,
Holed through and through with shot,
A sabre sweep had hacked him deep
Twixt neck and shoulderknot....
76. To a Mouse
© Robert Burns
Still thou art blest, compard wi me
The present only toucheth thee:
But, Och! I backward cast my ee.
On prospects drear!
An forward, tho I canna see,
I guess an fear!
