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4. SongIn the Character of a Ruined Farmer

© Robert Burns

THE SUN he is sunk in the west,
All creatures retir?d to rest,
While here I sit, all sore beset,
With sorrow, grief, and woe:
And its O, fickle Fortune, O!

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!

254. Caledonia: A Ballad

© Robert Burns

THERE was once a day, but old Time wasythen young,
That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line,
From some of your northern deities sprung,
(Who knows not that brave Caledonias divine?)

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?

207. SongIm Oer Young to Marry yet

© Robert Burns

Chorus.Im oer young, Im oer young,
Im oer young to marry yet;
Im oer young, twad be a sin
To tak me frae my mammy yet.

The Iron Crags

© Madison Julius Cawein

UPON the iron crags of War I heard his terrible daughters
In battle speak while at their feet,
In gulfs of human waters,
A voice, intoning, "Where is God?" in ceaseless sorrow beat:

Parted

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

SHE wrapped her soul in a lace of lies,

With a prime deceit to pin it;

11. SongHeres to thy health, my bonie lass

© Robert Burns

HERES to thy health, my bonie lass,
Gude nicht and joy be wi thee;
Ill come nae mair to thy bower-door,
To tell thee that I loe thee.

The burden I must bear, while the cruel scourge I fear,
In the lands of Virginia,ginia, O;
And I think on friends most dear, with the bitter, bitter tear,
And alas! I am weary, weary O:
And I think on friends most dear, with the bitter, bitter tear,
And alas! I am weary, weary O:

Howard At Atlanta

© John Greenleaf Whittier

RIGHT in the track where Sherman
Ploughed his red furrow,
Out of the narrow cabin,
Up from the cellar's burrow,

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!

390. SongA Health to them thats awa

© Robert Burns

Note 1. Charles James Fox. [back]
Note 2. Hon. Thos. Erskine, afterwards Lord Erskine. [back]

155. Epistle to Mrs. Scott of Wauchope House

© Robert Burns

GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date,
When I was bardless, young, and blate,
An first could thresh the barn,
Or haud a yokin at the pleugh;

116. On a Scotch Bard, gone to the West Indies

© Robert Burns

Farewell, my rhyme-composing billie!
Your native soil was right ill-willie;
But may ye flourish like a lily,
Now bonilie!
Ill toast you in my hindmost gillie,
Tho owre the sea!

435. SongWhere are the Joys I have met

© Robert Burns

WHERE are the joys I have met in the morning,
That dancd to the larks early song?
Where is the peace that awaited my wandring,
At evening the wild-woods among?

137. SongFarewell to the Banks of Ayr

© Robert Burns

THE GLOOMY night is gathring fast,
Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast,
Yon murky cloud is foul with rain,
I see it driving oer the plain;

Sonnet LXXIV. The Winter Night

"SLEEP, that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care,"
Forsakes me, while the chill and sullen blast,
As my sad soul recalls its sorrows past,
Seems like a summons bidding me prepare