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73. Song—Farewell to Ballochmyle

© Robert Burns

THE CATRINE woods were yellow seen,
The flowers decay’d on Catrine lee,
Nae lav’rock sang on hillock green,
But nature sicken’d on the e’e.

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.

Dedication: Sent With The Second Edition Of The Poem To His Majesty The King Of Prussia

© Henry James Pye

Imperial Bard! if while my humble strain

Thy precepts sung to Albion's warlike train,

Orlando Furioso Canto 7

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Rogero, as directed by the pair,

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,

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?

83. The Cotter’s Saturday Night

© Robert Burns

MY lov’d, my honour’d, much respected friend!
No mercenary bard his homage pays;
With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end,
My dearest meed, a friend’s esteem and praise:

489. Song—Behold, my love, how green the groves

© Robert Burns

BEHOLD, my love, how green the groves,
The primrose banks how fair;
The balmy gales awake the flowers,
And wave thy flowing hair.

The Old Professor

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

See, there he goes, a-pulling his long beard;

With frowning brow, and far and absent gaze,

554. Song—A Health to ane I loe dear

© Robert Burns

Chorus—Here’s a health to ane I loe dear,
Here’s a health to ane I loe dear;
Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet,
And soft as their parting tear—Jessy.

The Choice

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

This Consul Casement—he who heard the cry

Of stricken people—and who in his fight

126. Lines written on a Bank-note

© Robert Burns

WAE worth thy power, thou cursed leaf!
Fell source o’ a’ my woe and grief!
For lack o’ thee I’ve lost my lass!
For lack o’ thee I scrimp my glass!

April Byeway

© Edmund Blunden

  Friend whom I never saw, yet dearest friend,

  Be with me travelling on the byeway now

The Suliote Mother

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

She stood upon the loftiest peak,
Amidst the clear blue sky,
 A bitter smile was on her cheek,
And a dark flash in her eye.

The Song Of The Negro Boatmen

© Anonymous

So sing our dusky gondoliers;
  And with a secret pain,
And smiles that seem akin to tears,
  We hear the wild refrain.

151. Song—Bonie Dundee: A Fragment

© Robert Burns

MY blessin’s upon thy sweet wee lippie!
My blessin’s upon thy e’e-brie!
Thy smiles are sae like my blythe sodger laddie,
Thou’s aye the dearer, and dearer to me!

"My Ain Bonnie Lass O' The Glen."

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

Ae blink o' the bonnie new mune,

  Ay tinted as sune as she's seen,

14. Song—Mary Morison

© Robert Burns

O MARY, at thy window be,
It is the wish’d, the trysted hour!
Those smiles and glances let me see,
That make the miser’s treasure poor:

324. Song—The Charms of Lovely Davies

© Robert Burns

O HOW shall I, unskilfu’, try
The poet’s occupation?
The tunefu’ powers, in happy hours,
That whisper inspiration;

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