Poems by Andrew Lang
Young Bicham
... "Now fare thee well, Young Bicham," she says, ...
Ballade Of Old Plays
... LA COMEDIE. How shrill the butcher's cat-calls ring, ...
Robin Hood And The Potter
... "Schall y haff yowr forty shillings," seyde Lytel John, ...
Sir Roland
... " * * * * * "Unbuckle your belt, Sir Roland," she said, ...
Almæ Matres
... t dearer far the little town,The drifting surf, the wintry year, The college of the scarlet gown, St ...
April
... d with the glad name of HerThat from out the foam o' the sea Came to beSudden light on earth and air ...
Ballad of the Gibbet
... rince Jesus, Master of all, to theeWe pray Hell gain no mastery, That we come never anear that place ...
Ballade of the Girton Girl
... written on [kev] and on [kai],And her service is swift and oblique, But her forte's to evaluate [p] ...
The Bonnie Banks o' Loch Lomond
... d before ye:But me and my true love will never meet again,By the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond ...
Brahma
... t, I am the bowler and the ball,The umpire, the pavilion cat, The roller, pitch, and stumps, and all ...
Hymn to the Winds
... the green shades of spring In woods and grass,Lily and violetI give, and blossoms wet, Roses and dew ...
Jacobite 'Auld Lang Syne'
... d Pharaoh crush And save auld Jacob's line,Shall speak wi' Charlie in the Bush Like Moses, lang syne ...
Les Roses de Sâdi
... my raiment is sweet from the scent of the roses,Thou shalt know, love, how fragrant a memory can be ...
Of his Lady's Old Age
... he myrtle shade, While you beside the fire, a grandame grey,My love, your pride, remember and regret ...
Off my Game
... cannot cover half my sins -- I'm off my game!I hate the sight of all my set, I grow morose as Byron ...
