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The Impossibility Conquered : Or, Love Your Neighbour As Yourself.

© Hannah More

Who loves himself to great excess,
You'll grant must love his neighbour less;
When self engrosses all the heart
How can another have a part?
Then if self-love most men enthrall,
A neighbour's share is none at all.

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113. A Dedication to Gavin Hamilton, Esq.

© Robert Burns

The Poet, some guid angel help him,
Or else, I fear, some ill ane skelp him!
He may do weel for a’ he’s done yet,
But only—he’s no just begun yet.

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147. Address to a Haggis

© Robert Burns

Ye Pow’rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o’ fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu’ prayer
Gie her a haggis!

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The House Of Dust: Part 03: 09:

© Conrad Aiken

We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence.
You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing
As other nights when we are dead will pass . . .'
Perhaps I misconstrue you: you mean only,
'How deathly pale my face looks in that glass . . .'

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463. Song—The Highland Balou

© Robert Burns

HEE balou, my sweet wee Donald,
Picture o’ the great Clanronald;
Brawlie kens our wanton Chief
Wha gat my young Highland thief.

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God-Seeking

© William Watson

Yet whom thou soughtest I have found at last;
Neither where tempest dims the world below
Nor where the westering daylight reels aghast
In conflagrations of red overthrow:
But where this virgin brooklet silvers past,
And yellowing either bank the king-cups blow.

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18. The First Six Verses of the Ninetieth Psalm versified

© Robert Burns

O THOU, the first, the greatest friend
Of all the human race!
Whose strong right hand has ever been
Their stay and dwelling place!

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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?

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11. Song—Here’s to thy health, my bonie lass

© Robert Burns

HERE’S to thy health, my bonie lass,
Gude nicht and joy be wi’ thee;
I’ll come nae mair to thy bower-door,
To tell thee that I lo’e thee.

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An Impromptu - II

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

AT THE WALCKER DINNER UPON THE

COMPLETION OF THE GREAT ORGAN

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296. The Five Carlins: An Election Ballad

© Robert Burns

THERE was five Carlins in the South,
They fell upon a scheme,
To send a lad to London town,
To bring them tidings hame.

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It's A Queer Time

© Robert Graves

It's hard to know if you're alive or dead

When steel and fire go roaring through your head.

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88. The Author’s 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!

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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!
I’ll toast you in my hindmost gillie,
Tho’ owre the sea!

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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
I’m wae to think up’ yon den,
Ev’n for your sake!

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The Battle Of Salamis

© Aeschylus

The night was passing, and the Grecian host


By no means sought to issue forth unseen.

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27. The Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie

© Robert Burns

“O thou, whase lamentable face
Appears to mourn my woefu’ case!
My dying words attentive hear,
An’ bear them to my Master dear.

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275. Song—The Laddie’s dear sel’

© Robert Burns

THERE’S a youth in this city, it were a great pity
That he from our lassies should wander awa’;
For he’s bonie and braw, weel-favor’d witha’,
An’ his hair has a natural buckle an’ a’.

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Shyama -- English Translation

© Rabindranath Tagore

Yet after all these I cannot forget the pain
I couldn’t know her more!
One can hardly be nearest to what is beautiful
It ever remains far
When nearer it urges one ever
To know it ever more.

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408. Commemoration of Rodney’s Victory

© Robert Burns

INSTEAD of a Song, boy’s, I’ll give you a Toast;
Here’s to the memory of those on the twelfth that we lost!—
That we lost, did I say?—nay, by Heav’n, that we found;
For their fame it will last while the world goes round.