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• My Mary

  The twentieth year is wellnigh past
  Since first our sky was overcast;
  Ah, would that this might be the last! …

  William Cowper

• Ca' the Yowes to the Knowes

  Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
  Ca' them where the heather grows,
  Ca' them where the burnie rows, …

  Isobel Pagan

• Prayer for Indifference

  I ASK no kind return of love,
  No tempting charm to please;
  Far from the heart those gifts remove, …

  Fanny Greville

• To the Cuckoo

  Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove!
  Thou messenger of Spring!
  Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, …

  John Logan

• Auld Robin Gray

  When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame,
  And a' the warld to rest are gane,
  The waes o' my heart fa' in showers frae my e'e, …

  Lady Anne Lindsay

• Epigram

  On parent knees, a naked new-born child,
  Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled:
  So live, that sinking to thy life's last sleep, …

  Sir William Jones

• Song from Ælla

  O SING unto my roundelay,
  O drop the briny tear with me;
  Dance no more at holyday, …

  Thomas Chatterton

• Meeting

  My Damon was the first to wake
  The gentle flame that cannot die;
  My Damon is the last to take …

  George Crabbe

• Late Wisdom

  We've trod the maze of error round,
  Long wandering in the winding glade;
  And now the torch of truth is found, …

  George Crabbe

• A Marriage Ring

  The ring, so worn as you behold,
  So thin, so pale, is yet of gold:
  The passion such it was to prove— …

  George Crabbe

• To the Muses

  Whether on Ida's shady brow
  Or in the chambers of the East,
  The chambers of the Sun, that now …

  William Blake

• Reeds of Innocence

  Piping down the valleys wild,
  Piping songs of pleasant glee,
  On a cloud I saw a child, …

  William Blake

• The Little Black Boy

  My mother bore me in the southern wild,
  And I am black, but O, my soul is white!
  White as an angel is the English child, …

  William Blake

• Hear the Voice

  Hear the voice of the Bard,
  Who present, past, and future, sees;
  Whose ears have heard …

  William Blake

• Night

  The sun descending in the west,
  The evening star does shine;
  The birds are silent in their nest. …

  William Blake

• Mary Morison

  O MARY, at thy window be,
  It is the wish'd, the trysted hour!
  Those smiles and glances let me see, …

  Robert Burns

• Jean

  Of a' the airts the wind can blaw,
  I dearly like the west,
  For there the bonnie lassie lives, …

  Robert Burns

• Auld Lang Syne

  Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
  And never brought to min'?
  Should auld acquaintance be forgot, …

  Robert Burns

• My Bonnie Mary

  Go fetch to me a pint o' wine,
  An' fill it in a silver tassie,
  That I may drink, before I go, …

  Robert Burns

• John Anderson, my Jo

  John ANDERSON, my jo, John,
  When we were first acquent,
  Your locks were like the raven, …

  Robert Burns

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