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From Faust - IV. Chorus Of Spirits

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Offspring of night!
Let a more radiant beam
Through the blue ether gleam,

432. SongBehold the hour, etc. (Second Version)

© Robert Burns

BEHOLD the hour, the boat arrive;
Thou goest, the darling of my heart;
Severd from thee, can I survive,
But Fate has willd and we must part.

315. SongOut over the Forth

© Robert Burns

OUT over the Forth, I look to the North;
But what is the north and its Highlands to me?
The south nor the east gie ease to my breast,
The far foreign land, or the wide rolling sea.

299. SketchNew Years Day, 1790

© Robert Burns

THIS day, Time winds th exhausted chain;
To run the twelvemonths length again:
I see, the old bald-pated fellow,
With ardent eyes, complexion sallow,

29. SongThe Rigs o Barley

© Robert Burns

Corn rigs, an barley rigs,
An corn rigs are bonie:
Ill neer forget that happy night,
Amang the rigs wi Annie.

295. Epistle to Dr. Blacklock

© Robert Burns

My compliments to sister Beckie,
And eke the same to honest Lucky;
I wat she is a daintie chuckie,
As eer tread clay;
And gratefully, my gude auld cockie,
Im yours for aye.ROBERT BURNS.

313. Lament of Mary, Queen of Scots

© Robert Burns

NOW Nature hangs her mantle green
On every blooming tree,
And spreads her sheets o daisies white
Out oer the grassy lea;

Two Christmas Eves

© Edith Nesbit

Don't go to sleep; you mustn't sleep
Here on the frozen floor! Yes, creep
Closer to me. Oh, if I knew
What is this something left to do!

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?

The Iron Crags

© Madison Julius Cawein

UPON the iron crags of War I heard his terrible daughters
In battle speak while at their feet,
In gulfs of human waters,
A voice, intoning, "Where is God?" in ceaseless sorrow beat:

Faith

© Nikola Vaptsarov

Pray, how will you smash it?
With bullets?
No! That is useless!
Stop! It is not worth it!

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
Im wae to think up yon den,
Evn for your sake!

82. SongKissing my Katie

© Robert Burns

O MERRY hae I been teethin a heckle,
An merry hae I been shapin a spoon;
O merry hae I been cloutin a kettle,
An kissin my Katie when a was done.

361. SongBehold the Hour, the Boat, arrive

© Robert Burns

BEHOLD the hour, the boat, arrive!
My dearest Nancy, O fareweel!
Severed frae thee, can I survive,
Frae thee whom I hae lovd sae weel?

Hans Carvel

Hans Carvel, impotent and old,

Married a lass of London mould.

403. The Soldiers Return: A Ballad

© Robert Burns

WHEN wild wars deadly blast was blawn,
And gentle peace returning,
Wi mony a sweet babe fatherless,
And mony a widow mourning;

The Splendid Shilling

- - Sing, Heavenly Muse,
Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime,
A Shilling, Breeches, and Chimera's Dire.

There was a Boy: ye knew him well, ye cliffs
And islands of Winander!--many a time
At evening, when the earliest stars began
To move along the edges of the hills,
Rising or setting, would he stand alone
Beneath the trees or by the glimmering lake,

497. SongThe Tear-dropWae is my heart

© Robert Burns

WAE is my heart, and the tears in my ee;
Lang, lang has Joy been a stranger to me:
Forsaken and friendless, my burden I bear,
And the sweet voice o Pity neer sounds in my ear.