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491. SongLassie wi the Lint-white Locks

© Robert Burns

Chorus.Lassie withe lint-white locks,
Bonie lassie, artless lassie,
Wilt thou wi me tent the flocks,
Wilt thou be my Dearie, O?

The Horse & Olive Or Warr & Peace

© Thomas Parnell

With Moral tale let Ancient wisdome move

Which thus I sing to make ye moderns wise

90. Epistle to James Smith

© Robert Burns

Whilst Ibut I shall haud me there,
Wi you Ill scarce gang ony where
Then, Jamie, I shall say nae mair,
But quat my sang,
Content wi you to mak a pair.
Whareer I gang.

385. SongAuld Rob Morris

© Robert Burns

THERES Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen,
Hes the King o gude fellows, and wale o auld men;
He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine,
And ae bonie lass, his dautie and mine.

428. SongPhillis the Queen o the fair

© Robert Burns

ADOWN winding Nith I did wander,
To mark the sweet flowers as they spring;
Adown winding Nith I did wander,
Of Phillis to muse and to sing.

Ode IV: To The Honourable Charles Townshend In The Country

© Mark Akenside

I. 1.

How oft shall i survey

The Fountain

© William Cullen Bryant

Fountain, that springest on this grassy slope,

Thy quick cool murmur mingles pleasantly,

83. The Cotters Saturday Night

© Robert Burns

MY lovd, my honourd, much respected friend!
No mercenary bard his homage pays;
With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end,
My dearest meed, a friends 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 howld thro the darkning air,
And hollow whistled in the rocky cave.

31. SongMy Nanie, O!

© Robert Burns

BEHIND yon hills where Lugar flows,
Mang moors an mosses many, O,
The wintry sun the day has closd,
And Ill awa to Nanie, O.

Orlando Furioso Canto 20

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Guido and his from that foul haunt retire,

Around The Sun

© Katharine Lee Bates

THE weazen planet Mercury,

Whose song is done,

242. The Poets Progress

© Robert Burns

THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign;
Of thy caprice maternal I complain.
The peopled fold thy kindly care have found,
The hornèd bull, tremendous, spurns the ground;

419. Bonie Jean: A Ballad

© Robert Burns

THERE was a lass, and she was fair,
At kirk or market to be seen;
When a our fairest maids were met,
The fairest maid was bonie Jean.

392. SongPoortith cauld and restless love

© Robert Burns

O POORTITH cauld, and restless love,
Ye wrack my peace between ye;
Yet poortith a I could forgive,
An twere na for my Jeanie.

440. Address spoken by Miss Fontenelle

© Robert Burns

I could no moreaskance the creature eyeing,
Dye think, said I, this face was made for crying?
Ill laugh, thats poznay more, the world shall know it;
And so, your servant! gloomy Master Poet!

A Poem Beginning With A Line From Pindar

But the eyes in Goyas painting are soft,
diffuse with rapture absorb the flame.
Their bodies yield out of strength.
Waves of visual pleasure
wrap them in a sorrow previous to their impatience.