Sweet Saint! on thee when pining sickness prey'd, Thy beauty canker'd, and thy youth decay'd, 'Twas thine with patience meek, ...
How's the wind, Skipper?"It's nobbut a leet air;If it doan't freshenYou'd like to cuss?Well, a fluky windWean't shift for us."How's ...
Dorinda. SAbæan Perfumes fragrant Roses bring, With all the Flowers that Paint the gaudy Spring: Scatter them all in young ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
[Goethe describes this much-admired Poem, which he wrote in honour of his love Lily, as being "designed to change his ...
In this noble ring to-day Let my warning shame ye! Listen to my solemn voice,-- Seldom does it name ye. ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
I thirst, but not as once I did, The vain delights of earth to share; Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
In law an infant, and in years a boy, In mind a slave to every vicious joy; From every sense ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
THERE'S news, lassies, news, Gude news I've to tell! There's a boatfu' o' lads Come to our town to sell. ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
THOU'S 1 welcome, wean; mishanter fa' me, If thoughts o' thee, or yet thy mamie, Shall ever daunton me or ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
The triumph of faith or, Christ's unchangeable love. Rom. 8:33ff. Who shall the Lord's elect condemn? 'Tis God that justifies ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire; Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots ...
Says Bauldy MacGreegor frae Gleska tae Hecky MacCrimmon frae Skye: "That's whit I hate maist aboot fechtin' -- it makes ...
I wish I was by that dim Lake, Where sinful souls their farewell take Of this vain world, and half-way ...
