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Alexander By Thebes

© Anna Akhmatova

I think, the king was fierce, though young,
When he proclaimed, "Youll level Thebes with ground."
And the old chief perceived this city proud,
Hed seen in times that are in sagas sung.

Waldenses

© William Wordsworth

THOSE had given earliest notice, as the lark

Springs from the ground the morn to gratulate;

It's A Queer Time

© Robert Graves

It's hard to know if you're alive or dead

When steel and fire go roaring through your head.

88. The Authors Earnest Cry and Prayer

© Robert Burns

Scotland, my auld, respected mither!
Tho whiles ye moistify your leather,
Till, whare ye sit on craps o heather,
Ye tine your dam;
Freedom an whisky gang thegither!
Take aff your dram!

41. Epistle to John Rankine

© Robert Burns

It pits me aye as mads a hare;
So I can rhyme nor write nae mair;
But pennyworths again is fair,
When times expedient:
Meanwhile I am, respected Sir,
Your most obedient.

435. SongWhere are the Joys I have met

© Robert Burns

WHERE are the joys I have met in the morning,
That dancd to the larks early song?
Where is the peace that awaited my wandring,
At evening the wild-woods among?

The Waiting Life

© Dorothea Mackellar

Since it befell, with work and strife
I had not time to live my life
I turned away from it until
Work should be done and strife be still.

84. Address to the Deil

© Robert Burns

But fare-you-weel, auld Nickie-ben!
O wad ye tak a thought an men!
Ye aiblins might-I dinna ken
Stil hae a stake
Im wae to think up yon den,
Evn for your sake!

Ode VIII: If Rightly Tuneful Bards Decide

Astrophel And Stella-Fourth Song

© Sir Philip Sidney

Only joy, now here you are,
Fit to hear and ease my care:
Let my whispering voice obtain
Sweet reward for sharpest pain.
Take me to thee, and thee to me.
"No, no, no, no, my dear, let be."

"Choose You This Day Whom Ye Will Serve"

YES, tyrants, you hate us, and fear while you hate
The self-ruling, chain-breaking, throne-shaking State!
The night-birds dread morning,--your instinct is true,--
The day-star of Freedom brings midnight for you!

65. SongRantin, Rovin Robin

© Robert Burns

THERE 1 was a lad was born in Kyle,
But whatna day o whatna style,
I doubt its hardly worth the while
To be sae nice wi Robin.

The Nightingale : A Conversation Poem

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

No cloud, no relique of the sunken day
Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip
Of sullen light, no obscure trembling hues.
Come, we will rest on this old mossy bridge!

Ideals

© Edgar Albert Guest

Better than land or gold or trade

Are a high ideal and a purpose true;

The Thorn In The Flesh

Within my heart a worm had long been hid.

I knew it not when I went down and chid

Living by

Walking, snow falling, it is possible
to focus at various distances
in turn on separate flakes, sharply engage
the attention at several spatial points:
the nearer cold and more uncomfortable,
the farther distanced and almost pleasing.

57. Holy Willies Prayer

© Robert Burns

But, Ld, remember me an mine
Wi mercies tempral an divine,
That I for grace an gear may shine,
Excelld by nane,
And a the glory shall be thine,
Amen, Amen!