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92. Suppressed Stanzas of The Vision

© Robert Burns

The owner of a pleasant spot,
Near and sandy wilds, I last did note; 14
A heart too warm, a pulse too hot
At times, oerran:
But large in evry feature wrote,
Appeard the Man.

53. Lines on the Authors Death

© Robert Burns

HE who of Rankine sang, lies stiff and dead,
And a green grassy hillock hides his head;
Alas! alas! a devilish change indeed.

486. SongInconstancy in love

© Robert Burns

LET not Woman eer complain
Of inconstancy in love;
Let not Woman eer complain
Fickle Man is apt to rove:

The Dream Of The World Without Death

© William Cosmo Monkhouse

NOW, sitting by her side, worn out with weeping,

Behold, I fell to sleep, and had a vision,

Newark Abbey

© Thomas Love Peacock

I gaze, where August's sunbeam falls
Along these grey and lonely walls,
Till in its light absorbed appears
The lapse of five-and-thirty years.

The Occasion of the Law Suit. chapter I

© John Arbuthnot

The first letters of congratulation from King William and the
States of Holland upon King Philip's accession to the crown of
Spain.
* The English.
** The Dutch.

Come, Lord, my head doth burn, my heart is sick,
While thou dost ever, ever stay:
Thy long deferrings wound me to the quick,
My spirit gaspeth night and day.
O show thy self to me,
Or take me up to thee!

Runnamede, A Tragedy. Acts I.-II.

© John Logan

Yet lost to fame is virtue's orient reign;
The patriot lived, the hero died in vain,
Dark night descended o'er the human day,
And wiped the glory of the world away:
Whirled round the gulf, the acts of time were tost,
Then in the vast abyss for ever lost.

To One In A Hostile Camp

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

How dare I, Juliet, in love's kindness be
Your counsellor for these mad days of war,
I, a sworn Montagu, to liberty
Bound by all oaths which men least lightly swear?

The Crown Of Life

© Edith Nesbit

THE days, the doubts, the dreams of pain
Are over, not to come again,
And from the menace of the night
Has dawned the day-star of delight:
My baby lies against me pressed--
Thus, Mother of God, are mothers blessed!

Sonnet To The Moon

© Yvor Winters

Now every leaf, though colorless, burns bright
With disembodied and celestial light,
And drops without a movement or a sound
A pillar of darkness to the shifting ground.

75. Halloween

© Robert Burns

UPON that night, when fairies light
On Cassilis Downans 2 dance,
Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze,
On sprightly coursers prance;

68. The Holy Fair

© Robert Burns

UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn
When Natures face is fair,
I walked forth to view the corn,
An snuff the caller air.

Answer To Tait

The mounted disk of ebonite
Has whirled before, nor whirled in vain;
Rowland of Troy, that doughty knight,
Convection currents did obtain
In such a disk, of power to wheedle,
From its loved North the subtle needle.

Life Is A Dream - Act II

CLOTALDO. Reasons fail me not to show
That the experiment may not answer;
But there is no remedy now,
For a sign from the apartment
Tells me that he hath awoken
And even hitherward advances.

A New Year's Time At Willards's

There's old man Willards; an' his wife;
An' Marg'et-- S'repty's sister--; an'
There's me-- an' I'm the hired man;
An' Tomps McClure, you better yer life!