Morning poems
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Little-Girl-Two-Little-Girls
© James Whitcomb Riley
I'm twins, I guess, 'cause my Ma say
I'm two little girls. An' one o' me
Is _Good_ little girl; an' th'other 'n' she
Is _Bad little girl as she can be!_
An' Ma say so, 'most ever' day.
90. Epistle to James Smith
© Robert Burns
Whilst Ibut I shall haud me there,
Wi you Ill scarce gang ony where
Then, Jamie, I shall say nae mair,
But quat my sang,
Content wi you to mak a pair.
Whareer I gang.
176. On the Death of John MLeod, Esq.
© Robert Burns
SAD thy tale, thou idle page,
And rueful thy alarms:
Death tears the brother of her love
From Isabellas arms.
Garden Street
© Roderic Quinn
LONG and drowsy and white and wide,
Villas and arbours on either side,
Pleasant under the cloudless skies,
Garden Street in the sunlight lies.
430. SongDainty Davie
© Robert Burns
NOW rosy May comes in wi flowers,
To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers;
And now comes in the happy hours,
To wander wi my Davie.
537. SongO bonie was yon rosy Brier
© Robert Burns
O BONIE was yon rosy brier,
That blooms sae far frae haunt o man;
And bonie she, and ah, how dear!
It shaded frae the eenin sun.
Meeting Of The Alumni Of Harvard College
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I THANK you, MR. PRESIDENT, you've kindly broke the ice;
Virtue should always be the first,--I 'm only SECOND VICE--
(A vice is something with a screw that's made to hold its jaw
Till some old file has played away upon an ancient saw).
Airy Tongues
© Madison Julius Cawein
I hear a song the wet leaves lisp
When Morn comes down the woodland way;
And misty as a thistle-wisp
Her gown gleams windy gray;
A song, that seems to say,
"Awake! 'tis day!"
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 07
© Torquato Tasso
LXXXVI
"But if our sins us of his help deprive,
402. SongMeg o the Mill (Another Version)
© Robert Burns
O KEN ye what Meg o the Mill has gotten,
An ken ye what Meg o the Mill has gotten?
A braw new naig wi the tail o a rottan,
And thats what Meg o the Mill has gotten.
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.
416. SongLogan Braes
© Robert Burns
O LOGAN, sweetly didst thou glide,
That day I was my Willies bride,
And years sin syne hae oer us run,
Like Logan to the simmer sun:
223. SongThe Chevaliers Lament
© Robert Burns
THE SMALL birds rejoice in the green leaves returning,
The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro the vale;
The primroses blow in the dews of the morning,
And wild scatterd cowslips bedeck the green dale:
385. SongAuld Rob Morris
© Robert Burns
THERES Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen,
Hes the King o gude fellows, and wale o auld men;
He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine,
And ae bonie lass, his dautie and mine.
122. The Lass o Ballochmyle
© Robert Burns
TWAS eventhe dewy fields were green,
On every blade the pearls hang;
The zephyr wantond round the bean,
And bore its fragrant sweets alang:
428. SongPhillis the Queen o the fair
© Robert Burns
ADOWN winding Nith I did wander,
To mark the sweet flowers as they spring;
Adown winding Nith I did wander,
Of Phillis to muse and to sing.
72. SongYoung Peggy Blooms
© Robert Burns
YOUNG Peggy blooms our boniest lass,
Her blush is like the morning,
The rosy dawn, the springing grass,
With early gems adorning.
550. SongA Lass wi a Tocher
© Robert Burns
AWA wi your witchcraft o Beautys alarms,
The slender bit Beauty you grasp in your arms,
O, gie me the lass that has acres o charms,
O, gie me the lass wi the weel-stockit farms.
At Dawn
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
The dawn is here! I climb the hill;
The earth is young and strangely still;
A tender green is showing where
But yesterday my fields were bare. . . .
I climb and, as I climb, I sing;
The dawn is here, and with it - spring!
