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The March O' Man
© Edgar Albert Guest
Down to work o' mornings, an' back to home at nights,
Down to hours o' labor, an' home to sweet delights;
Down to care an' trouble, an' home to love an' rest,
With every day a good one, an' every evening blest.
383. SongMy Wifes a winsome wee thing
© Robert Burns
Chorus.She is a winsome wee thing,
She is a handsome wee thing,
She is a loesome wee thing,
This dear wee wife o mine.
243. Elegy on the Year 1788
© Robert Burns
FOR lords or kings I dinna mourn,
Een let them die-for that theyre born:
But oh! prodigious to reflec!
A Towmont, sirs, is gane to wreck!
The Eagle and the Dove
© William Wordsworth
SHADE of Caractacus, if spirits love
The cause they fought for in their earthly home
To see the Eagle ruffled by the Dove
May soothe thy memory of the chains of Rome.
420. Lines of John MMurdo, Esq.
© Robert Burns
BLEST be MMurdo to his latest day!
No envious cloud oercast his evening ray;
No wrinkle, furrowd by the hand of care,
Nor ever sorrow add one silver hair!
O may no son the fathers honour stain,
Nor ever daughter give the mother pain!
305. SongGudewife, count the lawin
© Robert Burns
GANE is the day, and mirks the night,
But well neer stray for faut o light;
Gude ale and bratdys stars and moon,
And blue-red wines the risin sun.
142. Epistle to Major Logan
© Robert Burns
Nae mair at present can I measure,
An trowth my rhymin wares nae treasure;
But when in Ayr, some half-hours leisure,
Bet light, bet dark,
Sir Bard will do himself the pleasure
To call at Park.ROBERT BURNS.Mossgiel, 30th October, 1786.
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!
The House Across the Way
© Ralph Hodgson
The leaves looked in at the window
Of the house across the way,
299. SketchNew Years Day, 1790
© Robert Burns
THIS day, Time winds th exhausted chain;
To run the twelvemonths length again:
I see, the old bald-pated fellow,
With ardent eyes, complexion sallow,
A Poem Beginning With A Line From Pindar
© Robert Duncan
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.
Animal Cansado
© Alfonsina Storni
Quiero un amor feroz de garra y diente
Que me asalte a traición a pleno día
Y que sofoque esta soberbia mía
este orgullo de ser todo pudiente.
23. Ill go and be a Sodger
© Robert Burns
O WHY the deuce should I repine,
And be an ill foreboder?
Im twenty-three, and five feet nine,
Ill go and be a sodger!
Sonnet: VII: From Fatal Interview
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Night is my sister, and how deep in love,
How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore,
508. Inscription at Friars Carse Hermitage
© Robert Burns
TO Riddell, much lamented man,
This ivied cot was dear;
Wandrer, dost value matchless worth?
This ivied cot revere.
544. SongCrowdie ever mair
© Robert Burns
O THAT I had neer been married,
I wad never had nae care,
Now Ive gotten wife an weans,
An they cry Crowdie evermair.
The Dance Of Death
© Henry Austin Dobson
He is the despots' Despot. All must bide,
Later or soon, the message of his might;
The Miracle Of Padre Junipero
© Francis Bret Harte
This is the tale that the Chronicle
Tells of the wonderful miracle
Wrought by the pious Padre Serro,
The very reverend Junipero.
118. A Bards Epitaph
© Robert Burns
Reader, attend! whether thy soul
Soars fancys flights beyond the pole,
Or darkling grubs this earthly hole,
In low pursuit:
Know, prudent, cautious, self-control
Is wisdoms root.
