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90. Epistle to James Smith

© Robert Burns

Whilst I—but I shall haud me there,
Wi’ you I’ll scarce gang ony where—
Then, Jamie, I shall say nae mair,
But quat my sang,
Content wi’ you to mak a pair.
Whare’er I gang.

Idyll XII. The Comrades

© Theocritus

Art come, dear youth? two days and nights away!
(Who burn with love, grow aged in a day.)
As much as apples sweet the damson crude
Excel; the blooming spring the winter rude;

A Christmas Carmen

© John Greenleaf Whittier

I.

Sound over all waters, reach out from all lands,

312. Elegy on the late Miss Burnet of Monboddo

© Robert Burns

LIFE ne’er exulted in so rich a prize,
As Burnet, lovely from her native skies;
Nor envious death so triumph’d in a blow,
As that which laid th’ accomplish’d Burnet low.

343. Address to the shade of Thomson

© Robert Burns

WHILE virgin Spring by Eden’s flood,
Unfolds her tender mantle green,
Or pranks the sod in frolic mood,
Or tunes Eolian strains between.

Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman

© William Wordsworth

.  With an incident in which he was concerned

  In the sweet shire of Cardigan,

326. Song—The Posie

© Robert Burns

O LUVE will venture in where it daur na weel be seen,
O luve will venture in where wisdom ance has been;
But I will doun yon river rove, amang the wood sae green,
And a’ to pu’ a Posie to my ain dear May.

Orlando Furioso Canto 7

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Rogero, as directed by the pair,

The Fountain

© William Cullen Bryant

Fountain, that springest on this grassy slope,

Thy quick cool murmur mingles pleasantly,

Earth's Eternity

© John Clare

Man, Earth's poor shadow! talks of Earth's decay:

  But hath it nothing of eternal kin?

83. The Cotter’s Saturday Night

© Robert Burns

MY lov’d, my honour’d, much respected friend!
No mercenary bard his homage pays;
With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end,
My dearest meed, a friend’s esteem and praise:

177. Elegy on the Death of Sir James Hunter Blair

© Robert Burns

THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare,
Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave;
Th’ inconstant blast howl’d thro’ the dark’ning air,
And hollow whistled in the rocky cave.

Orlando Furioso Canto 20

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Guido and his from that foul haunt retire,

202. On the Death of Robert Dundas, Esq., of Arniston

© Robert Burns

LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks
Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks;
Down from the rivulets, red with dashing rains,
The gathering floods burst o’er the distant plains;

346. Song—Such a parcel of Rogues in a Nation

© Robert Burns

FAREWEEL to a’ our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory;
Fareweel ev’n to the Scottish name,
Sae fam’d in martial story.

243. Elegy on the Year 1788

© Robert Burns

FOR lords or kings I dinna mourn,
E’en let them die-for that they’re born:
But oh! prodigious to reflec’!
A Towmont, sirs, is gane to wreck!

The Bards Who Lived at Manly

© Henry Lawson

The camp  of high-class spielers,

  Who sneered in summer dress,

The Pauper

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

It dawned a morn to make a heart despair,

East was the wind and chill the April air.

319. Lament for James, Earl of Glencairn

© Robert Burns

THE WIND blew hollow frae the hills,
By fits the sun’s departing beam
Look’d on the fading yellow woods,
That wav’d o’er Lugar’s winding stream:

3. Song—I dream’d I lay

© Robert Burns

I DREAM’D I lay where flowers were springing
Gaily in the sunny beam;
List’ning to the wild birds singing,
By a falling crystal stream:

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