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494. Song—Farewell thou stream that winding flows

© Robert Burns

FAREWELL, thou stream that winding flows
Around Eliza’s dwelling;
O mem’ry! spare the cruel thoes
Within my bosom swelling.

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.

469. Song—Ca’ the Yowes to the Knowes

© Robert Burns

Chorus.—Ca’the yowes to the knowes,
Ca’ them where the heather grows,
Ca’ them where the burnie rowes,
My bonie Dearie.

396. Song—Wandering Willie

© Robert Burns

HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie,
Now tired with wandering, haud awa hame;
Come to my bosom, my ae only dearie,
And tell me thou bring’st me my Willie the same.

326. Song—The 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.

206. Song—Clarina, Mistress of my Soul

© Robert Burns

CLARINDA, mistres of my soul,
The measur’d time is run!
The wretch beneath the dreary pole
So marks his latest sun.

Orlando Furioso Canto 7

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Rogero, as directed by the pair,

534. Song—Fragment—Why tell the lover

© Robert Burns

WHY, why tell thy lover
Bliss he never must enjoy”?
Why, why undeceive him,
And give all his hopes the lie?

Ode IV: To The Honourable Charles Townshend In The Country

© Mark Akenside

I. 1.

How oft shall i survey

The Fountain

© William Cullen Bryant

Fountain, that springest on this grassy slope,

Thy quick cool murmur mingles pleasantly,

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

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 lov’d, neglected and forgot,
No friendly face e’er lights my squalid cot;
Shunn’d, hated, wrong’d, unpitied, unredrest,
The mock’d quotation of the scorner’s jest!

397. Song—Wandering Willie (Revised Version)

© Robert Burns

HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie,
Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame;
Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie,
Tell me thou bring’st me my Willie the same.

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.

369. Song—My Collier Laddie

© Robert Burns

WHARE live ye, my bonie lass?
And tell me what they ca’ ye;
My name, she says, is mistress Jean,
And I follow the Collier laddie.
My name, she says, &c.

Ma An' Me

© Edgar Albert Guest

There’ve been times we'd disagree

Somethin' awful, Ma an' me;

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,

557. Song—Fairest Maid on Devon’s Banks

© Robert Burns

Chorus—Fairest maid on Devon banks,
Crystal Devon, winding Devon,
Wilt thou lay that frown aside,
And smile as thou wert wont to do?

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,

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