• Ye gallants bright, I rede you right,

    Beware o' bonie Ann!

    Her comely face sae fu' o' grace,

    Your heart she will trepan.


    Her een sae bright like stars by night,

    Her skin is like the swan.

    Sae jimply lac'd her genty waist

    That sweetly ye might span.


    Youth, Grace...

  • Bid adieu, my sad heart, bid adieu to thy peace,

    Thy pleasure is past, and thy sorrows increase;

    See the shadows of ev'ning how far they extend,

    And a long night is coming, that never may end;

    For the sun is now set that enliven'd the scene,

    And an age must be past ere it rises again.


    Already...

  • Bind me — I still can sing —

    Banish — my mandolin

    Strikes true within —


    Slay — and my Soul shall rise

    Chanting to Paradise —

    Still thine.

  • A Bird came down the Walk —

    He did not know I saw —

    He bit an Angleworm in halves

    And ate the fellow, raw,


    And then he drank a Dew

    From a convenient Grass —

    And then hopped sidewise to the Wall

    To let a Beetle pass —


    He glanced with rapid eyes

    That hurried...

  • My birth-day!—Oh beloved mother!

      My heart is with thee o'er the seas.

    I did not think to count another

      Before I wept upon thy knees—

    Before this scroll of absent years

    Was blotted with thy streaming tears.


    My own I do not care to check.

      I weep—albeit here alone—

    As if...

  • Birthday of but a single pang

    That there are less to come —

    Afflictive is the Adjective

    But affluent the doom —

  • My heart is like a singing bird

       Whose nest is in a watered shoot;

    My heart is like an apple-tree

       Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;

    My heart is like a rainbow shell

       That paddles in a halcyon sea;

    My heart is gladder than all these

       Because my love is come to me.
    ...

  • TURPIN had his Black Bess, and she carried him well,

    As fame with her loud-breathing trumpet will tell;

    She knew not the lash, and she suffered no spur;

    A bold rider was all that was needed by her.

    That rider grew pallid and cautious with fear,

    There was danger around him and death in the rear;

    But he...