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Sonnet 96: Thought, With Good Cause
© Sir Philip Sidney
Thought, with good cause thou lik'st so well the Night,
Since kind or chance gives both one livery,
Both sadly black, both blackly darken'd be,
Night barr'd from sun, thou from thy own sunlight;
172. Note to Mr. Renton of Lamerton
© Robert Burns
YOUR billet, Sir, I grant receipt;
Wi you Ill canter ony gate,
Tho twere a trip to yon blue warl,
Whare birkies march on burning marl:
Then, Sir, God willing, Ill attend ye,
And to his goodness I commend ye.R. BURNS
Idyll XII. The Comrades
© Theocritus
Art come, dear youth? two days and nights away!
(Who burn with love, grow aged in a day.)
As much as apples sweet the damson crude
Excel; the blooming spring the winter rude;
Earth-Bound
© Alfred Noyes
Ghosts? Love would fain believe,
Earth being so fair, the dead might wish to return!
Is it so strange if, even in heaven, they yearn
For the May-time and the dreams it used to give?
331. Epigram at Brownhill Inn
© Robert Burns
AT 1 Brownhill we always get dainty good cheer,
And plenty of bacon each day in the year;
Weve a thing thats nice, and mostly in season,
But why always Baconcome, tell me a reason?
The Pet Coon
© James Whitcomb Riley
Noey Bixler ketched him, and fetched him in to me
When he's ist a little teenty-weenty baby-coon
436. SongDeluded swain, the pleasure
© Robert Burns
DELUDED swain, the pleasure
The fickle Fair can give thee,
Is but a fairy treasure,
Thy hopes will soon deceive thee:
298. Prologue spoken at the Theatre of Dumfries
© Robert Burns
For our sincere, tho haply weak endeavours,
With grateful pride we own your many favours;
And howsoeer our tongues may ill reveal it,
Believe our glowing bosoms truly feel it.
231. Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry
© Robert Burns
WHEN Nature her great master-piece designd,
And framd her last, best work, the human mind,
Her eye intent on all the mazy plan,
She formd of various parts the various Man.
549. Epistle to Colonel de Peyster
© Robert Burns
But lest you think I am uncivil
To plague you with this draunting drivel,
Abjuring a intentions evil,
I quat my pen,
The Lord preserve us frae the devil!
Amen! Amen!
Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman
© William Wordsworth
. With an incident in which he was concerned
In the sweet shire of Cardigan,
God's Graal
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The ark of the Lord of Hosts
Whose name is called by the name of Him
The Beauteous Terrorist
© Sir Henry Parkes
Soft as the morning's pearly light,
Where yet may rise the thunder-cloud,
Her gentle face was ever bright
With noble thought and purpose proud.
251. Impromptu Lines to Captain Riddell
© Robert Burns
My goose-quill too rude is
To tell all your goodness
Bestowd on your servant, the Poet;
Would to God I had one
Like a beam of the sun,
And then all the world, sir, should know it!
The Pang More Sharp Than All. An Allegory
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I.
He too has flitted from his secret nest,
Hope's last and dearest child without a name!--
Has flitted from me, like the warmthless flame,
