Life poems
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101. SongComposed in Spring
© Robert Burns
AGAIN rejoicing Nature sees
Her robe assume its vernal hues:
Her leafy locks wave in the breeze,
All freshly steepd in morning dews.
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.
326. SongThe Posie
© Robert Burns
O LUVE will venture in where it daur na weel be seen,
O luve will venture in where wisdom ance has been;
But I will doun yon river rove, amang the wood sae green,
And a to pu a Posie to my ain dear May.
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,
132. Reply to a Trimming Epistle, received from a Tailor
© Robert Burns
But, sir, this pleasd them warst of a,
An therefore, Tam, when that I saw,
I said Gude night, an cam awa,
An left the Session;
I saw they were resolvèd a
On my oppression.
206. SongClarina, Mistress of my Soul
© Robert Burns
CLARINDA, mistres of my soul,
The measurd time is run!
The wretch beneath the dreary pole
So marks his latest sun.
Ode IV: To The Honourable Charles Townshend In The Country
© Mark Akenside
I. 1.
How oft shall i survey
96. The Inventory
© Robert Burns
SIR, as your mandate did request,
I send you here a faithfu list,
O gudes an gear, an a my graith,
To which Im clear to gie my aith.
Blossom Of Life.
© Arthur Henry Adams
SO now she lies silent and sweet
With white flowers at her head and feet,
And she, the fairest flower, between.
The bud that with her bosom's swell
547. Verses to Collector Mitchell
© Robert Burns
But by that health, Ive got a share ot,
But by that life, Im promisd mair ot,
My hale and wee, Ill tak a care ot,
A tentier way;
Then farewell folly, hide and hair ot,
For ance and aye!
Love Declared
© Francis Thompson
I looked, she drooped, and neither spake, and cold,
We stood, how unlike all forecasted thought
249. Sappho Redivivus: A Fragment
© Robert Burns
BY all I lovd, neglected and forgot,
No friendly face eer lights my squalid cot;
Shunnd, hated, wrongd, unpitied, unredrest,
The mockd quotation of the scorners jest!
The Beauteous Terrorist
© Sir Henry Parkes
Soft as the morning's pearly light,
Where yet may rise the thunder-cloud,
Her gentle face was ever bright
With noble thought and purpose proud.
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,
83. The Cotters Saturday Night
© Robert Burns
MY lovd, my honourd, much respected friend!
No mercenary bard his homage pays;
With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end,
My dearest meed, a friends esteem and praise:
The Old Professor
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
See, there he goes, a-pulling his long beard;
With frowning brow, and far and absent gaze,
479. Epigram on a Swearing Coxcomb
© Robert Burns
HERE cursing, swearing Burton lies,
A buck, a beau, or Dem my eyes!
Who in his life did little good,
And his last words were Dem my blood!
209. SongMPhersons Farewell
© Robert Burns
FAREWELL, ye dungeons dark and strong,
The wretchs destinie!
MPhersons time will not be long
On yonder gallows-tree.
