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399. Song-Open the door to me, oh

© Robert Burns

OH, open the door, some pity to shew,
Oh, open the door to me, oh,
Tho’ thou hast been false, I’ll ever prove true,
Oh, open the door to me, oh.

389. Song-Duncan Gray

© Robert Burns

DUNCAN GRAY cam’ here to woo,

Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,

386. The Rights of Women-Spoken by Miss Fontenelle

WHILE Europe’s eye is fix’d on mighty things,
The fate of Empires and the fall of Kings;
While quacks of State must each produce his plan,
And even children lisp the Rights of Man;
Amid this mighty fuss just let me mention,
The Rights of Woman merit some attention.

382. Song-I’ll meet thee on the Lea Rig

© Robert Burns

WHEN o’er the hill the eastern star

Tells bughtin time is near, my jo,

341. Song-My Bonie Bell

© Robert Burns

THE SMILING Spring comes in rejoicing,

And surly Winter grimly flies;

334. Song-Fragment-Damon and Sylvia

© Robert Burns

YON wandering rill that marks the hill,

And glances o’er the brae, Sir,

299. Sketch-New Year’s Day, 1790

© Robert Burns

THIS day, Time winds th’ exhausted chain;
To run the twelvemonth’s length again:
I see, the old bald-pated fellow,
With ardent eyes, complexion sallow,
Adjust the unimpair’d machine,
To wheel the equal, dull routine.

294. Song-To Mary in Heaven

© Robert Burns

THOU ling’ring star, with lessening ray,

That lov’st to greet the early morn,

29. Song-The Rigs o’ Barley

© Robert Burns

Corn rigs, an’ barley rigs,
An’ corn rigs are bonie:
I’ll ne’er forget that happy night,
Amang the rigs wi’ Annie.

A Hoffa Lieutenant Reminisces

© Zitner Sheldon

This world, you want results,Even you're GodamightyYou do what you got to--Fire, flood, whatever.

Dining Alone

© Zitner Sheldon

So all of you decided not to appearfor our usual at the usual time and place

The Bad News

© Zitner Sheldon

The first time a messenger brought the bad news we shot him,and the second and the third

The Village of Sliding Time

© Zieroth David Dale

[EXCERPT]

The Options

© Zieroth David Dale

When you diehere are the options:everything or oblivion

235. Song-The Fall of the Leaf

© Robert Burns

THE LAZY mist hangs from the brow of the hill,
Concealing the course of the dark-winding rill;
How languid the scenes, late so sprightly, appear!
As Autumn to Winter resigns the pale year.