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185. The Humble Petition of Bruar Water
© Robert Burns
MY lord, I know your noble ear
Woe neer assails in vain;
Emboldend thus, I beg youll hear
Your humble slave complain,
Hospital Duties
© Anonymous
Fold away all your bright-tinted dresses,
Turn the key on your jewels today,
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;
427. SongWhistle and Ill come to you
© Robert Burns
Chorus.O WHISTLE, an Ill come to ye, my lad,
O whistle, an Ill come to ye, my lad,
Tho father an mother an a should gae mad,
O whistle, an Ill come to ye, my lad.
Sonnet XIII. To La Fayette
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
As when far off the warbled strains are heard
That soar on Morning's wing the vales among,
Within his cage th' imprisoned matin bird
Swells the full chorus with a generous song:
109. My Highland Lassie, O
© Robert Burns
NAE gentle dames, tho eer sae fair,
Shall ever be my muses care:
Their titles a arc empty show;
Gie me my Highland lassie, O.
Mother, Washing Dishes by Susan Meyers : American Life in Poetry #267 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate
© Ted Kooser
Here’s a poem by Susan Meyers, of South Carolina, about the most ordinary of activities, washing the dishes, but in this instance remembering this ordinary routine provides an opportunity for speculation about the private pleasures of a lost parent.
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.
13. SongBonie Peggy Alison
© Robert Burns
Chor.And Ill kiss thee yet, yet,
And Ill kiss thee oer again:
And Ill kiss thee yet, yet,
My bonie Peggy Alison.
104. The Lament
© Robert Burns
O THOU pale orb that silent shines
While care-untroubled mortals sleep!
Thou seest a wretch who inly pines.
And wanders here to wail and weep!
Epilogue
© Alfred Noyes
All the shores when day is done
Fade into the setting sun,
So the story tries to teach
More than can be told in speech.
218. SongTalk of him thats Far Awa
© Robert Burns
MUSING on the roaring ocean,
Which divides my love and me;
Wearying heavn in warm devotion,
For his weal whereer he be.
The Trees like Tasselshitand swung
© Emily Dickinson
The Trees like Tasselshitand swung
There seemed to rise a Tune
From Miniature Creatures
Accompanying the Sun
60. Epistle on J. Lapraik
© Robert Burns
But, to conclude my lang epistle,
As my auld pens worn to the gristle,
Twa lines frae you wad gar me fissle,
Who am, most fervent,
While I can either sing or whistle,
Your friend and servant.
95. Address to the Unco Guid
© Robert Burns
O YE wha are sae guid yoursel,
Sae pious and sae holy,
Yeve nought to do but mark and tell
Your neibours fauts and folly!
417. SongBlythe hae I been on yon hill
© Robert Burns
BLYTHE hae I been on yon hill,
As the lambs before me;
Careless ilka thought and free,
As the breeze flew oer me;
258. Epistle to James Tennant of Glenconner
© Robert Burns
Now fare ye weel, an joy be wi you:
For my sake, this I beg it o you,
Assist poor Simson a ye can,
Yell fin; him just an honest man;
Sae I conclude, and quat my chanter,
Yours, saint or sinner,ROB THE RANTER.
372. SongKellyburn Braes
© Robert Burns
THERE lived a carl in Kellyburn Braes,
Hey, and the rue grows bonie wi thyme;
And he had a wife was the plague of his days,
And the thyme it is witherd, and rue is in prime.
A Requiem
© Herman Melville
_For Soldiers lost in Ocean Transports_
When, after storms that woodlands rue,
Poppy And Mandragora
© Madison Julius Cawein
Let us go far from here!
Here there is sadness in the early year:
