Faith poems
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South Carolina To The States Of The North
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I LIFT these hands with iron fetters banded:
Beneath the scornful sunlight and cold stars
I rear my once imperial forehead branded
By alien shame's immedicable scars;
241. Written in Friars Carse Hermitage (Second Version)
© Robert Burns
THOU whom chance may hither lead,
Be thou clad in russet weed,
Be thou deckt in silken stole,
Grave these counsels on thy soul.
Two Christmas Eves
© Edith Nesbit
Don't go to sleep; you mustn't sleep
Here on the frozen floor! Yes, creep
Closer to me. Oh, if I knew
What is this something left to do!
The Ballad of the White Horse
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Of great limbs gone to chaos,
A great face turned to night-
Why bend above a shapeless shroud
Seeking in such archaic cloud
Sight of strong lords and light?
499. SongA Mans a Man for a that
© Robert Burns
IS there for honest Poverty
That hings his head, an a that;
The coward slave-we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a that!
Faith
© Nikola Vaptsarov
Pray, how will you smash it?
With bullets?
No! That is useless!
Stop! It is not worth it!
A Little Grey Curl
© Louisa May Alcott
A little grey curl from my father's head
I find unburned on the hearth,
88. The Authors Earnest Cry and Prayer
© Robert Burns
Scotland, my auld, respected mither!
Tho whiles ye moistify your leather,
Till, whare ye sit on craps o heather,
Ye tine your dam;
Freedom an whisky gang thegither!
Take aff your dram!
41. Epistle to John Rankine
© Robert Burns
It pits me aye as mads a hare;
So I can rhyme nor write nae mair;
But pennyworths again is fair,
When times expedient:
Meanwhile I am, respected Sir,
Your most obedient.
84. Address to the Deil
© Robert Burns
But fare-you-weel, auld Nickie-ben!
O wad ye tak a thought an men!
Ye aiblins might-I dinna ken
Stil hae a stake
Im wae to think up yon den,
Evn for your sake!
28. Poor Mailies Elegy
© Robert Burns
O, a ye bards on bonie Doon!
An wha on Ayr your chanters tune!
Come, join the melancholious croon
O Robins reed!
His heart will never get aboon
His Mailies dead!
511. SongO aye my wife she dang me
© Robert Burns
ChorusO aye my wife she dang me,
An aft my wife she bangd me,
If ye gie a woman a her will,
Gude faith! shell soon oer-gang ye.
106. To Gavin Hamilton, Esq., Mauchline, recommending a Boy
© Robert Burns
I HOLD it, sir, my bounden duty
To warn you how that Master Tootie,
Alias, Laird MGaun,
Was here to hire yon lad away
65. SongRantin, Rovin Robin
© Robert Burns
THERE 1 was a lad was born in Kyle,
But whatna day o whatna style,
I doubt its hardly worth the while
To be sae nice wi Robin.
437. SongThine am I, my faithful Fair
© Robert Burns
THINE am I, my faithful Fair,
Thine, my lovely Nancy;
Evry pulse along my veins,
Evry roving fancy.
Progress of Advice
© William Shenstone
Says Richard to Thomas (and seem'd half afraid)
"I'm thinking to marry thy mistress's maid;
Now, because Mrs. Lucy to thee is well known,
I will do't if thou bidst me, or let it alone.
201. Birthday Ode for 31st December, 1787
© Robert Burns
AFAR 1 the illustrious Exile roams,
Whom kingdoms on this day should hail;
An inmate in the casual shed,
On transient pitys bounty fed,
On the Death of His Eldest Son
© George Canning
Though short thy space, God's unimpeach'd decrees
Which made that shorten'd space one long disease;
403. The Soldiers Return: A Ballad
© Robert Burns
WHEN wild wars deadly blast was blawn,
And gentle peace returning,
Wi mony a sweet babe fatherless,
And mony a widow mourning;
