Poems by Andrew Lang
Ideal
... Shaped thee, perchance, and quite forgot his woe! ...
Hobbie Noble
... Tho' they shoud a' brusten and broken their hearts, ...
The Wife Of Usher's Well
... * * * * * Up then crew the red, red cock, ...
Ballade Of Roulette
... ENVOY. The prize that the pleasure enhances ...
Ballade Of The Bookworm
... Though something's gone from stream and shore, ...
Robin Hood And The Monk
... " * * * * * "Thou shalle beyre thin own," seid Litulle Jon, ...
San Terenzo
... Our boat, like shadowy barques that bear the dead, &emsp ...
Sir Hugh; Or The Jew's Daughter
... And first came out the thick, thick blood, ...
Tam Lin
... " * * * * * Janet has kilted her green kirtle ...
Ballade Against The Jesuits
... 'Tis plain We need not charge at Heaven as at a breach ...
The Elphin Nourrice
... O nurse my bairn, Nourice, she says, ...
Woman And The Weed
... "And the smoke shall ye breathe and no more shall ye fret, ...
Villion's Ballade Of Good Counsel, To His Friends Of Evil Life
... ENVOY. Your clothes, your hose, your broidery, ...
Aesop
... T is we, not you, should sigh or scorn, &emsp ...
Ballade Of Queen Anne
... ENVOY. Friend, praise the new ...
