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They flee from me that Sometime did me Seek
© Sir Thomas Wyatt
They flee from me that sometime did me seekWith naked foot, stalking in my chamber
The Long Love that in my Thought doth Harbour
© Sir Thomas Wyatt
The longë love that in my thought doth harbourAnd in mine hert doth keep his residence,Into my face presseth with bold pretenceAnd therein campeth, spreading his banner
168. Boat Song-Hey, Ca’ Thro’
© Robert Burns
UP wi’ the carls o’ Dysart,
And the lads o’ Buckhaven,
And the kimmers o’ Largo,
And the lasses o’ Leven.
164. Song-A Bottle and Friend
© Robert Burns
HERE’S a bottle and an honest friend!
What wad ye wish for mair, man?
Wha kens, before his life may end,
What his share may be o’ care, man?
Forget not Yet the Tried Intent
© Sir Thomas Wyatt
Forget not yet the tried intentOf such a truth as I have meant;My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet.
159. Song-My Lord a-Hunting he is gane
© Robert Burns
Chorus.—MY lady’s gown, there’s gairs upon’t,
And gowden flowers sae rare upon’t;
But Jenny’s jimps and jirkinet,
My lord thinks meikle mair upon’t.
158. Song-The Bonie Moor-hen
© Robert Burns
THE HEATHER was blooming, the meadows were mawn,
Our lads gaed a-hunting ae day at the dawn,
O’er moors and o’er mosses and mony a glen,
At length they discover’d a bonie moor-hen.
The Wolf and the Lamb
© Wright Elizur
That innocence is not a shield, A story teaches, not the longest. The strongest reasons always yield To reasons of the strongest.
The Two Doves
© Wright Elizur
Two doves once cherish'd for each other The love that brother hath for brother
The Raven and the Fox
© Wright Elizur
Perch'd on a lofty oak, Sir Raven held a lunch of cheese; Sir Fox, who smelt it in the breeze, Thus to the holder spoke:-- Ha! how do you do, Sir Raven? Well, your coat, sir, is a brave one! So black and glossy, on my word, sir,With voice to match, you were a bird, sir,Well fit to be the Phœnix of these days
The Lark and Her Young Ones with the Owner of a Field
© Wright Elizur
"Depend upon yourself alone," Has to a common proverb grown
The Frog that wishes to be as Big as the Ox
© Wright Elizur
The tenant of a bog, An envious little frog, Not bigger than an egg, A stately bullock spies, And, smitten with his size, Attempts to be as big
The Animals Sick of the Plague
© Wright Elizur
The sorest ill that Heaven hath Sent on this lower world in wrath,-- The plague (to call it by its name,) One single day of which Would Pluto's ferryman enrich,-- Waged war on beasts, both wild and tame
151. Song-Bonie Dundee: A Fragment
© Robert Burns
MY blessin’s upon thy sweet wee lippie!
My blessin’s upon thy e’e-brie!
Thy smiles are sae like my blythe sodger laddie,
Thou’s aye the dearer, and dearer to me!
To a Sicilian Boy
© Wratislaw Theodore William Graf
Love, I adore the contours of thy shape,Thine exquisite breasts and arms adorable;The wonders of thy heavenly throat compelSuch fire of love as even my dreams escape:I love thee as the sea-foam loves the cape,Or as the shore the sea's enchanting spell:In sweets the blossoms of thy mouth excelThe tenderest bloom of peach or purple grape
Plein Air
© Wratislaw Theodore William Graf
Purple and white the pansies shone.Tall stocks that stained the garden walkWith crimson, heard our amorous talkAnd blushed to know that she was won.
In the Ball-room
© Wratislaw Theodore William Graf
Here where the swaying dancers float,The heady perfume swimming roundYour slender arms and virginal throatThrills me though riper loves abound.
Etchings II: In the Bar
© Wratislaw Theodore William Graf
A hand that twists the broidered veilAbove the drooping flower-red mouthUpon the straight and delicate nose,And, gloveless, one, snow-white and frail,Whereon a glittering emerald glowsThat lifts a tumbler to your mouth:
Soft eyes that throw a languid glanceAcross the golden blazing bar,And leave a weary smile with me:Ah, who can tell the ways of chance,Or why to-night divided weExchange bored smiles across the bar?
But age who sits beside you knowsHis worth, and by the right of goldIs claimant of your charms to-night;While youth takes up a distant poseAnd watches you from far in flightBefore the majesty of gold
