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The Banks o' Doon

Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon,
How can ye blume sae fair!
How can ye chant, ye little birds, …

Robert Burns
Ae Fond Kiss

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, …

Robert Burns
Bonnie Lesley

O SAW ye bonnie Lesley
As she gaed o'er the Border?
She 's gane, like Alexander, …

Robert Burns
Highland Mary

Ye banks and braes and streams around
The castle o' Montgomery,
Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, …

Robert Burns
O were my Love yon Lilac fair

O WERE my Love yon lilac fair,
Wi' purple blossoms to the spring,
And I a bird to shelter there, …

Robert Burns
Lament for Culloden

The lovely lass o' Inverness,
Nae joy nor pleasure can she see;
For e'en and morn she cries, 'Alas!' …

Robert Burns
The Farewell

It was a' for our rightfu' King
We left fair Scotland's strand;
It was a' for our rightfu' King …

Robert Burns
Hark! the Mavis

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

Robert Burns
Sun

Angel, king of streaming morn;
Cherub, call'd by Heav'n to shine;
T' orient tread the waste forlorn; …

Henry Rowe
Moon

Thee too, modest tressèd maid,
When thy fallen stars appear;
When in lawn of fire array'd …

Henry Rowe
The Outlaw's Song

The chough and crow to roost are gone,
The owl sits on the tree,
The hush'd wind wails with feeble moan, …

Joanna Baillie
A Child

A CHILD 's a plaything for an hour;
Its pretty tricks we try
For that or for a longer space— …

Mary Lamb
The Land o' the Leal

I'm wearin' awa', John
Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, John,
I'm wearin' awa' …

Carolina, Lady Nairne
A Boy's Song

Where the pools are bright and deep,
Where the grey trout lies asleep,
Up the river and over the lea, …

James Hogg
Kilmeny

Bonnie Kilmeny gaed up the glen;
But it wasna to meet Duneira's men,
Nor the rosy monk of the isle to see, …

James Hogg
Evening on Calais Beach

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration; the broad sun …

William Wordsworth
On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic, 1802

Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee;
And was the safeguard of the West: the worth
Of Venice did not fall below her birth, …

William Wordsworth
England, 1802

O FRIEND! I know not which way I must look
For comfort, being, as I am, opprest,
To think that now our life is only drest …

William Wordsworth
The Solitary Reaper

Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself; …

William Wordsworth
Perfect Woman

She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleam'd upon my sight;
A lovely apparition, sent …

William Wordsworth