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247. Ode, Sacred to the Memory of Mrs. Oswald of Auchencruive
© Robert Burns
EPODE And are they of no more avail,
Ten thousand glittering pounds a-year?
In other worlds can Mammon fail,
Omnipotent as he is here!
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.
524. SongThe lass that made the bed to me
© Robert Burns
WHEN Januar wind was blawing cauld,
As to the north I took my way,
The mirksome night did me enfauld,
I knew na where to lodge till day:
276. SongWhistle oer the lave ot
© Robert Burns
FIRST when Maggie was my care,
Heavn, I thought, was in her air,
Now were married-speir nae mair,
But whistle oer the lave ot!
493. SongContented wi little, and cantie wi mair
© Robert Burns
CONTENTED wi little, and cantie wi mair,
Wheneer I forgather wi Sorrow and Care,
I gie them a skelp as theyre creeping alang,
Wi a cog o gude swats and an auld Scottish sang.
Chorus.Contented wi little, &c.
375. SongThe Deuks dang oer my Daddie
© Robert Burns
THE BAIRNS gat out wi an unco shout,
The deuks dang oer my daddie, O!
The fien-ma-care, quo the feirrie auld wife,
He was but a paidlin body, O!
168. Boat SongHey, 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.
537. SongO bonie was yon rosy Brier
© Robert Burns
O BONIE was yon rosy brier,
That blooms sae far frae haunt o man;
And bonie she, and ah, how dear!
It shaded frae the eenin sun.
Spring Song To Ireland
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Weep no more, heart of my heart, no more!
The night has passed and the dawn is here,
377. SongThe Country Lass
© Robert Burns
IN simmer, when the hay was mawn,
And corn wavd green in ilka field,
While claver blooms white oer the lea
And roses blaw in ilka beild!
By the Window
© Edward Dowden
STILL deep into the West I gazed; the light
Clear, spiritual, tranquil as a bird
483. Esteem for Chloris
© Robert Burns
AH, Chloris, since it may not be,
That thou of love wilt hear;
If from the lover thou maun flee,
Yet let the friend be dear.
Meeting Of The Alumni Of Harvard College
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I THANK you, MR. PRESIDENT, you've kindly broke the ice;
Virtue should always be the first,--I 'm only SECOND VICE--
(A vice is something with a screw that's made to hold its jaw
Till some old file has played away upon an ancient saw).
The Pet Coon
© James Whitcomb Riley
Noey Bixler ketched him, and fetched him in to me
When he's ist a little teenty-weenty baby-coon
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 07
© Torquato Tasso
LXXXVI
"But if our sins us of his help deprive,
402. SongMeg o the Mill (Another Version)
© Robert Burns
O KEN ye what Meg o the Mill has gotten,
An ken ye what Meg o the Mill has gotten?
A braw new naig wi the tail o a rottan,
And thats what Meg o the Mill has gotten.
312. Elegy on the late Miss Burnet of Monboddo
© Robert Burns
LIFE neer exulted in so rich a prize,
As Burnet, lovely from her native skies;
Nor envious death so triumphd in a blow,
As that which laid th accomplishd Burnet low.
