Travel poems
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11. SongHeres to thy health, my bonie lass
© Robert Burns
HERES to thy health, my bonie lass,
Gude nicht and joy be wi thee;
Ill come nae mair to thy bower-door,
To tell thee that I loe thee.
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!
Book Fifth-Books
© William Wordsworth
There was a Boy: ye knew him well, ye cliffs
And islands of Winander!--many a time
At evening, when the earliest stars began
To move along the edges of the hills,
Rising or setting, would he stand alone
Beneath the trees or by the glimmering lake,
The Dawning
© Henry Vaughan
Ah! what time wilt Thou come? when shall that cry,
"The bridegroom's coming," fill the sky?
Jacqueline
© Samuel Rogers
'Twas Autumn; thro' Provence had ceased
The vintage, and the vintage-feast.
The sun had set behind the hill,
The moon was up, and all was still,
The Dream Of The World Without Death
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
NOW, sitting by her side, worn out with weeping,
Behold, I fell to sleep, and had a vision,
80. The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata
© Robert Burns
AirTuneSoldiers Joy.I am a son of Mars who have been in many wars,
And show my cuts and scars wherever I come;
This here was for a wench, and that other in a trench,
When welcoming the French at the sound of the drum.
Lal de daudle, &c.
The Fairy Clock
© Virna Sheard
Silver clock! O silver clock! tell to me the time o' day!
Is there yet a little hour left for us to work and play?
Tell me when the sun will set--tiny globe of silver-grey.
Sonnets xvii
© William Shakespeare
O NEVER say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify!
As easy might I from myself depart,
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:
Hermann And Dorothea - III. Thalia
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THE BURGHERS.
THUS did the prudent son escape from the hot conversation,
Sonnet XXXIV
© William Shakespeare
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?
Sonnet XXVII
© William Shakespeare
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
The Angel and the Girl
© Edwin Muir
The angel and the girl are met
Earth was the only meeting place.
For the embodied never yet
Travelled beyond the shore of space.
The eternal spirits in freedom go.
Sonnet LXIII
© William Shakespeare
Against my love shall be, as I am now,
With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'er-worn;
When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Sonnet L
© William Shakespeare
How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say
'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!'
The Old Keg of Rum
© Anonymous
CHORUS
Oh! the Old Keg of Rum! the Old Keg of Rum!
Remember old Jack Palmer
And the Old Keg of Rum.
The Ghost - Book II
© Charles Churchill
A sacred standard rule we find,
By poets held time out of mind,
Farewell to the Plague Spirit
© Mao Zedong
So many green and blue hills, but to what avail?
This tiny creature left Hua Tuo powerless!
