The Future (Matthew Arnold Poem)
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
THERE was a lass, and she was fair, At kirk or market to be seen; When a' our fairest maids ...
NAE gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair, Shall ever be my muse's care: Their titles a' arc empty show; Gie ...
BLYTHE hae I been on yon hill, As the lambs before me; Careless ilka thought and free, As the breeze ...
THERE was a bonie lass, and a bonie, bonie lass, And she lo'ed her bonie laddie dear; Till War's loud ...
O SAD and heavy, should I part, But for her sake, sae far awa; Unknowing what my way may thwart, ...
NOW in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays, And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er her braes; While birds warble ...
ANNA, thy charms my bosom fire, And waste my soul with care; But ah! how bootless to admire, When fated ...
HAD I a cave on some wild distant shore, Where the winds howl to the wave's dashing roar: There would ...
WEE, modest crimson-tippèd flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender ...
INHUMAN man! curse on thy barb'rous art, And blasted be thy murder-aiming eye; May never pity soothe thee with a ...
HER flowing locks, the raven's wing, Adown her neck and bosom hing; How sweet unto that breast to cling, And ...
WHERE are the joys I have met in the morning, That danc'd to the lark's early song? Where is the ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
THINE am I, my faithful Fair, Thine, my lovely Nancy; Ev'ry pulse along my veins, Ev'ry roving fancy. To thy ...
WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair, First struck Sylvander's raptur'd view, He gaz'd, he listened to despair, Alas! 'twas all ...
YON wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide, That nurse in their bosom the youth o' the Clyde, Where the ...
WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn, And gentle peace returning, Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless, And mony a ...
KEN ye aught o' Captain Grose?-Igo, and ago, If he's amang his friends or foes?-Iram, coram, dago. Is he to ...
ANCE mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December! Ance mair I hail thee wi' sorrow and care; Sad was the ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
May-, 1786.I LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither ...
Oh wert thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd ...
NO churchman am I for to rail and to write, No statesman nor soldier to plot or to fight, No ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
THE LAZY mist hangs from the brow of the hill, Concealing the course of the dark-winding rill; How languid the ...
FAREWELL, old Scotia's bleak domains, Far dearer than the torrid plains, Where rich ananas blow! Farewell, a mother's blessing dear! ...
Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your ...
Duncan Gray cam here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't, On blythe Yule Night when we were fu', Ha, ...
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