The Brus Book IX (John Barbour Poems)
Now leve we intill the ForestDouglas that sall bot litill restTill the countre ...
Now leve we intill the ForestDouglas that sall bot litill restTill the countre ...
The king goes to Carrick; he upbraids Cuthbert]Thys wes in ver quhen wynter tidWith his blastis hidwys to bidWas ourdryvyn ...
Money. Riches. Wealth.Gold is the greatest God: tho' yet we seeNo Temples rais'd to Money's Majesty,No Altars fuming to her ...
Thus Mommus spoke. When sage Minerva rose,From her sweet lips smooth elocution flows,Her skilful hand an ivory pallet grac'd,Where shining ...
Olympus' gates unfold: in heaven's high towersAppear in council all the immortal powers;Great Jove above the rest exalted sate,And in ...
FLAVIA.The wretched FLAVIA on her couch reclin'd, Thus breath'd the anguish of a wounded mind ; A glass revers'd in her right ...
Ye fabled Muses, I your aid disclaim,Your airy raptures, and your fancied flame;True genuine woe my throbbing breast inspires,Love prompts ...
JANUARY 18, 1856WHEN life hath run its largest roundOf toil and triumph, joy and woe,How brief a storied page is ...
When Peter boasted, soon he fell,Yet was by grace restored;His case should be regarded wellBy all who fear the Lord.A ...
When I was in my teens,I loved dear Margaretta:I know not what it means,I can not now forget her!That vision ...
Again th' Almighty mounts his lofty Throne, And on his Right Hand sate th' Eternal Son. The Royal Writs were ...
Still with impatient love Sabrina pines,And now to speak the fatal truth designs;Sooth'd by her own indulgent hopes, which traceA ...
I scarcely know my worthless picture, As seen in those ...
The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life And his gaze wandered up and his gaze wandered down, A ...
Perception of an object costs Precise the Object's loss -- Perception in itself a Gain Replying to its Price -- ...
BY all I lov'd, neglected and forgot, No friendly face e'er lights my squalid cot; Shunn'd, hated, wrong'd, unpitied, unredrest, ...
Though the unseen may vanish, though insight fails And doubter and downcast saint Join in the same complaint, What holy ...
Had I ador'd the multitude, and thence Got an antipathy to wit and sence, And hug'd that fate, in hope ...
I rise when I please, when I please I lie down, Nor seek, what I care not a rush for, ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
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