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Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood

© William Cullen Bryant

Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs
No school of long experience, that the world
Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen
Enough of all its sorrows, crimes, and cares,

Secret Love

© John Clare

I hid my love when young till I

Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;

Melampus

© George Meredith

I

With love exceeding a simple love of the things

Lines Left Upon The Seat Of A Yew-Tree,

which stands near the lake of Esthwaite, on a desolate part of the shore, commanding a beautiful prospect.
NAY, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands
Far from all human dwelling: what if here
No sparkling rivulet spread the verdant herb?

470. SongShe says she loes me best of a

© Robert Burns

SAE flaxen were her ringlets,
Her eyebrows of a darker hue,
Bewitchingly oer-arching
Twa laughing een o lovely blue;

69. Third Epistle to J. Lapraik

© Robert Burns

But stooks are cowpit wi the blast,
And now the sinn keeks in the west,
Then I maun rin amang the rest,
An quat my chanter;
Sae I subscribe myself in haste,
Yours, Rab the Ranter.Sept. 13, 1785.

491. SongLassie wi the Lint-white Locks

© Robert Burns

Chorus.Lassie withe lint-white locks,
Bonie lassie, artless lassie,
Wilt thou wi me tent the flocks,
Wilt thou be my Dearie, O?

October 21, 1905

© George Meredith

The hundred years have passed, and he

Whose name appeased a nation's fears,

232. SongThe Day Returns

© Robert Burns

THE DAY returns, my bosom burns,
The blissful day we twa did meet:
Tho winter wild in tempest toild,
Neer summer-sun was half sae sweet.

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.

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.

Idyll XII. The Comrades

© Theocritus

Art come, dear youth? two days and nights away!
(Who burn with love, grow aged in a day.)
As much as apples sweet the damson crude
Excel; the blooming spring the winter rude;

193. On Scaring some Water-Fowl in Lock Turit

© Robert Burns

WHY, ye tenants of the lake,
For me your watry haunt forsake?
Tell me, fellow-creatures, why
At my presence thus you fly?

124. Motto prefixed to the Authors first Publication

© Robert Burns

THE SIMPLE Bard, unbroke by rules of art,
He pours the wild effusions of the heart;
And if inspird tis Natures powrs inspire;
Hers all the melting thrill, and hers the kindling fire.

My Napoleon

Above all others, everywhere I see
His image cold or burning;
My brain it thrills, and many time sets free
The thoughts within me yearning.

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:

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.