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464. The Highland Widow’s Lament

© Robert Burns

OH I am come to the low Countrie,
Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
Without a penny in my purse,
To buy a meal to me.

492. Dialogue Song—Philly and Willy

© Robert Burns

He. O PHILLY, happy be that day,
When roving thro’ the gather’d hay,
My youthfu’ heart was stown away,
And by thy charms, my Philly.

The Monks Of Basle

© John Hay

I tore this weed from the rank, dark soil
Where it grew in the monkish time,
I trimmed it close and set it again
In a border of modern rhyme.

The Two Summers

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THERE is a golden season in our year,
Between October's hale and lusty cheer,
And the hoar frost of winter's empire drear;
Which, like a fairy flood of mystic tides,

Ode IV: To The Honourable Charles Townshend In The Country

© Mark Akenside

I. 1.

How oft shall i survey

316. Song—The Banks o’ Doon (First Version)

© Robert Burns

SWEET are the banks—the banks o’ Doon,
The spreading flowers are fair,
And everything is blythe and glad,
But I am fu’ o’ care.

56. Epistle to Davie, A Brother Poet

© Robert Burns

WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw,
An’ bar the doors wi’ driving snaw,
An’ hing us owre the ingle,
I set me down to pass the time,

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,

83. The Cotter’s Saturday Night

© Robert Burns

MY lov’d, my honour’d, much respected friend!
No mercenary bard his homage pays;
With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end,
My dearest meed, a friend’s esteem and praise:

8. Song—Montgomerie’s Peggy

© Robert Burns

ALTHO’ my bed were in yon muir,
Amang the heather, in my plaidie;
Yet happy, happy would I be,
Had I my dear Montgomerie’s Peggy.

67. Epistle to John Goldie, in Kilmarnock

© Robert Burns

I’ve seen me dazed upon a time,
I scarce could wink or see a styme;
Just ae half-mutchkin does me prime,—
Ought less is little—
Then back I rattle on the rhyme,
As gleg’s a whittle.

Written at the Request of a Gentleman to Whom a Lady Had Given a Sprig of Myrtle

© Samuel Johnson

What hopes - what terrors does this gift create?

Ambiguous emblem of uncertain fate.

Example

© Edgar Albert Guest

Perhaps the victory shall not come to me,

Perhaps I shall not reach the goal I seek,

Orlando Furioso Canto 20

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Guido and his from that foul haunt retire,

30. Song—Composed in August

© Robert Burns

NOW westlin winds and slaught’ring guns
Bring Autumn’s pleasant weather;
The moorcock springs on whirring wings
Amang the blooming heather:

426. Song—By Allan Stream

© Robert Burns

BY Allan stream I chanc’d to rove,
While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi;
The winds are whispering thro’ the grove,
The yellow corn was waving ready:

I've Got a Golden Ticket

© Roald Dahl

I never thought my life could be
Anything but catastrophe
But suddenly I begin to see
A bit of good luck for me

I Have A Hundred Lives

© Sri Aurobindo

I have a hundred lives before me yet
To grasp thee in, O Spirit ethereal,
Be sure I will with heart insatiate
Pursue thee like a hunter through them all.

The Flight of the Goddess

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

A man should live in a garret aloof,
And have few friends, and go poorly clad,
With an old hat stopping the chink in the roof,
To keep the Goddess constant and glad.

324. Song—The Charms of Lovely Davies

© Robert Burns

O HOW shall I, unskilfu’, try
The poet’s occupation?
The tunefu’ powers, in happy hours,
That whisper inspiration;

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