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70. Epistle to the Rev. John MMath

© Robert Burns

Pardon this freedom I have taen,
An if impertinent Ive been,
Impute it not, good Sir, in ane
Whase heart neer wrangd ye,
But to his utmost would befriend
Ought that belangd ye.

414. Impromptu on Dumouriers Desertion of the French Republican Army

© Robert Burns

YOURE welcome to Despots, Dumourier;
Youre welcome to Despots, Dumourier:
How does Dampiere do?
Ay, and Bournonville too?
Why did they not come along with you, Dumourier?

The Progress of Taste, or the Fate of Delicacy

© William Shenstone

A POEM ON THE TEMPER AND STUDIES OF THE AUTHOR; AND HOW GREAT A MISFORTUNE IT IS FOR A MAN OF SMALL ESTATE TO HAVE MUCH TASTE.

Part first.

115. The Farewell to the Brethren of St. Jamess Lodge, Tarbolton

© Robert Burns

ADIEU! a heart-warm fond adieu;
Dear brothers of the mystic tie!
Ye favourèd, enlightend few,
Companions of my social joy;

Runnamede, A Tragedy. Acts I.-II.

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.

431. SongRobert Bruces March to Bannockburn

© Robert Burns

SCOTS, wha hae wi WALLACE bled,
Scots, wham BRUCE has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to Victorie!

Scots, Wha Hae Wi' Wallace Bled

© Robert Burns

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victory!

112. A Dream

© Robert Burns

Note 1. The American colonies had recently been lost. [back]
Note 2. King Henry V.R. B. [back]
Note 3. Sir John Falstaff, vid. Shakespeare.R. B. [back]
Note 4. Alluding to the newspaper account of a certain Royal sailors amour.R. B. This was Prince William Henry, third son of George III, afterward King William IV. [back]

Identity

© Archie Randolph Ammons

and find
disorder ripe,
entropy rich, high levels of random,
numerous occasions of accident:

The Pastoral Letter

© John Greenleaf Whittier

So, this is all, the utmost reach
Of priestly power the mind to fetter!
When laymen think, when women preach,
A war of words, a "Pastoral Letter!"

Sonnet XLVI

© William Shakespeare

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.

The Two Swans (A Fairy Tale)

© Thomas Hood

I
Immortal Imogen, crown'd queen above
The lilies of thy sex, vouchsafe to hear
A fairy dream in honor of true love

A Little Scraping

© Robinson Jeffers

True, the time, to one who does not love farce,

And if misery must be prefers it nobler, shows apparent vices;

The Angel and the Girl

© Edwin Muir

The angel and the girl are met
Earth was the only meeting place.
For the embodied never yet
Travelled beyond the shore of space.
The eternal spirits in freedom go.

The Slaves Of Martinique

BEAMS of noon, like burning lances, through the tree-tops flash and glisten,
As she stands before her lover, with raised face to look and listen.
Dark, but comely, like the maiden in the ancient Jewish song:
Scarcely has the toil of task-fields done her graceful beauty wrong.

Hail, Columbia!

"Firm--united--let us be,
Rallying round our Liberty;
As a band of brothers join'd,
Peace and safety we shall find."

Freedom

Bravely to do whate'er the time demands,
Whether with pen or sword, and not to flinch,
This is the task that fits heroic hands;
So are Truth's boundaries widened inch by inch.