•     LITTLE think'st thou, poor flower,

        Whom I've watch'd six or seven days,

    And seen thy birth, and seen what every hour

    Gave to thy growth, thee to this height to raise,

    And now dost laugh and triumph on this bough,

                Little think'st thou,

    That it will freeze anon, and that I shall
    ...

  • Blossoms will run away,

    Cakes reign but a Day,

    But Memory like Melody

    Is pink Eternally.

  •         Where pilgrims seek the Prophet's tomb

                Across the Arabian waste,

            Upon the ever-shifting sands,

                A fearful path is traced.

     

            Far up to the horizon's verge,

                The traveller sees it rise, --

            The line of ghastly bones that bleach...

  • A Book was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon;

      And wov'n close, both matter, form and stile;

      The Subject new: it walk'd the Town a while,

      Numbring good intellects; now seldom por'd on.

    Cries the staff-reader, bless us! what a word on

      A title page is this! and some in file

      Stand spelling...

  •        "Let there be light."

     

                         Light to the darkened mind

            Bear, like the sun, the world's wide circle round,

            Bright messengers that speak without a sound!

                         Sight on the spirit blind

            Shall fall whene'er ye pass; your living ray
    ...

  • Did you ever hear tell of Chili? I was readin' the other day

    Of President Balmaceda and of how he was sent away.

    It seems that he didn't suit 'em -- they thought that they'd like a change,

    So they started an insurrection and chased him across the range.

    They seem to be restless people -- and, judging by what you hear,
    ...

  • There's nane that's blest of human kind,

    But the cheerful and the gay, man,

    Fal, la, la, etc.


    Here's a bottle and an honest friend!

    What wad ye wish for mair, man?

    Wha kens, before his life may end,

    What his share may be o' care, man?


    Then catch the moments as they fly,
    ...

  • Let us go, lassie, go

    To the braes o' Balquhither,

    Where the blae-berries grow

    'Mang the bonnie Highland heather;

    Where flie deer and the rae

    Lightly bounding together,

    Sport the lang summer day

    On the braes o' Balquhither.


    I will twine thee a bower,

    By the clear...