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The Brus Book IV

© John Barbour

[English harshness to prisoners]

In Rawchryne leve we now the king

The Thrush In February

© George Meredith

I know him, February's thrush,
And loud at eve he valentines
On sprays that paw the naked bush
Where soon will sprout the thorns and bines.

The Windsor Prophecy

© Jonathan Swift

When a holy black Swede, the son of Bob,
With a saint at his chin and a seal at his fob,
Shall not see one New-Years-day in that year,
Then let old England make good cheer:

Choosing A Profession

© Charles Lamb

A Creole boy from the West Indies brought,

To be in European learning taught,

Beranger's "To My Old Coat"

© Eugene Field

Still serve me in my age, I pray,

As in my youth, O faithful one;

My Spectre Around Me Night and Day

© William Blake

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My spectre around me night and day
Like a wild beast guards my way;
My Emanation far within
Weeps incessantly for my sin.

Plenty In A Time Of Dearth

© John Newton

My soul once had its plenteous years,
And throve, with peace and comfort filled,
Like the fat kine and ripened ears,
Which Pharaoh in his dream beheld.

Once musing as I sat

© Barnabe Googe

Once musing as I sat,

And candle burning by,

Thy happy years of deep affection past,
Cartouche! our faithful friend, rest hereat last.
We loved thee for a love man scarce might mate;
And now we place thee here with sadness, great
As man may own for brute. Might less be given
To love so pure as thine and so unriven?

The Temple of Fame

© Alexander Pope

In that soft season, when descending show'rs

Call forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;

The Australian Bell-Bird

© Jean Ingelow

And 'Oyez, Oyez' following after me
On my great errand to the sundown went.
Lost, lost, and lost, whenas the cross road flee
Up tumbled hills, on each for eyes attent
A carriage creepeth.