Life poems
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When Poor In All But Hope And Love
© Caroline Norton
WHEN, poor in all but hope and love,
I clasped thee to my faithful heart;
312. Elegy on the late Miss Burnet of Monboddo
© Robert Burns
LIFE neer exulted in so rich a prize,
As Burnet, lovely from her native skies;
Nor envious death so triumphd in a blow,
As that which laid th accomplishd Burnet low.
429. SongCome let me take thee to my breast
© Robert Burns
COME, let me take thee to my breast,
And pledge we neer shall sunder;
And I shall spurn as vilest dust
The worlds wealth and grandeur:
Lines Written By The Sea
© Frances Anne Kemble
If thou wert standing by yon tide,
And I were standing by thy side,
365. Lines on Fergusson, the Poet
© Robert Burns
ILL-FATED genius! Heaven-taught Fergusson!
What heart that feels and will not yield a tear,
To think Lifes sun did set eer well begun
To shed its influence on thy bright career.
The Happy Warrior
© William Wordsworth
'Tis, finally, the man, who, lifted high,
Conspicuous object in a nation's eye,
535. SongThe Braw Wooer
© Robert Burns
LAST May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen,
And sair wi his love he did deave me;
I said, there was naething I hated like men
The deuce gae wim, to believe me, believe me;
The deuce gae wim to believe me.
To Will H. Low
© Robert Louis Stevenson
This is unborn beauty: she
Now in air floats high and free,
Takes the sun and breaks the blue;--
Late with stooping pinion flew
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!
212. SongRaving Winds Around her Blowing
© Robert Burns
RAVING winds around her blowing,
Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing,
By a river hoarsely roaring,
Isabella strayd deploring
366. SongThe weary Pund o Tow
© Robert Burns
Chorus.The weary pund, the weary pund,
The weary pund o tow;
I think my wife will end her life,
Before she spin her tow.
384. SongHighland Mary
© Robert Burns
YE banks, and braes, and streams around
The castle o Montgomery!
Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,
Your waters never drumlie:
Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman
© William Wordsworth
. With an incident in which he was concerned
In the sweet shire of Cardigan,
Tonight
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Do not strike the chord of sorrow tonight!
Days burning with pain turn to ashes.
Who knows what happens tomorrow?
Last night is lost; tomorrow's frontier wiped out:
God's Graal
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The ark of the Lord of Hosts
Whose name is called by the name of Him
538. SongNow Spring has clad the grove in green
© Robert Burns
NOW spring has clad the grove in green,
And strewd the lea wi flowers;
The furrowd, waving corn is seen
Rejoice in fostering showers.
