Faith poems
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Sonnet. "Blaspheme not thou thy sacred life, nor turn"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Blaspheme not thou thy sacred life, nor turn
O'er joys that God hath for a season lent,
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 07
© Torquato Tasso
LXXXVI
"But if our sins us of his help deprive,
When Poor In All But Hope And Love
© Caroline Norton
WHEN, poor in all but hope and love,
I clasped thee to my faithful heart;
515. SongO let me in this ae night
© Robert Burns
O LASSIE, are ye sleepin yet,
Or are ye waukin, I wad wit?
For Love has bound me hand an fit,
And I would fain be in, jo.
416. SongLogan Braes
© Robert Burns
O LOGAN, sweetly didst thou glide,
That day I was my Willies bride,
And years sin syne hae oer us run,
Like Logan to the simmer sun:
495. SongCanst thou leave me thus, my Katie
© Robert Burns
ChorusCanst thou leave me thus, my Katie?
Canst thou leave me thus, my Katie?
Well thou knowst my aching heart,
And canst thou leave me thus, for pity?
223. SongThe Chevaliers Lament
© Robert Burns
THE SMALL birds rejoice in the green leaves returning,
The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro the vale;
The primroses blow in the dews of the morning,
And wild scatterd cowslips bedeck the green dale:
552. Complimentary versicles to Jessie Lewars
© Robert Burns
JESSIES ILLNESSSay, sages, whats the charm on earth
Can turn Deaths dart aside!
It is not purity and worth,
Else Jessie had not died.
301. Lines to a Gentleman who sent a Newspaper
© Robert Burns
KIND Sir, Ive read your paper through,
And faith, to me, twas really new!
How guessed ye, Sir, what maist I wanted?
This mony a day Ive graind and gaunted,
Christmas, 1918
© Edgar Albert Guest
They give their all, this Christmastide, that peace on earth shall reign;
Upon the snows of Flanders now, brave blood has left its stain;
With ribbons red we deck our gifts; theirs bear the red of pain.
The Monks Of Basle
© John Hay
I tore this weed from the rank, dark soil
Where it grew in the monkish time,
I trimmed it close and set it again
In a border of modern rhyme.
396. SongWandering Willie
© Robert Burns
HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie,
Now tired with wandering, haud awa hame;
Come to my bosom, my ae only dearie,
And tell me thou bringst me my Willie the same.
108. SongWill ye go to the Indies, my Mary?
© Robert Burns
WILL ye go to the Indies, my Mary,
And leave auld Scotias shore?
Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary,
Across th Atlantic roar?
Ode IV: To The Honourable Charles Townshend In The Country
© Mark Akenside
I. 1.
How oft shall i survey
96. The Inventory
© Robert Burns
SIR, as your mandate did request,
I send you here a faithfu list,
O gudes an gear, an a my graith,
To which Im clear to gie my aith.
397. SongWandering Willie (Revised Version)
© Robert Burns
HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie,
Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame;
Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie,
Tell me thou bringst me my Willie the same.
