by Robert Burns On John Bushby, Esq., Tinwald DownsThe Lovely Lass O' InvernessSonnet On The Death Of Robert Riddell Of Glenriddell and Friars' Carse. No more, ye warblers of…
by Robert Burns O Wert Thou In The Cauld BlastFairest Maid On Devon BanksInscription To Miss Jessy Lewars On a copy of the Scots Musical Museum, in four volumes, presented to her by Burns…
Sonnet XLI Sonnet XLIII XLII That thou hast her it is not all my grief, And yet it may be said I loved her dearly; That she hath thee is of my wailing chief, A loss in love that touches…
Sonnet XLIX Sonnet LI L How heavy do I journey on the way, When what I seek, my weary travel's end, Doth teach that ease and that repose to say, 'Thus far the miles are measured from…
by WilliamBlakeThe ShepherdThe LambThe Echoing Green The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of…
Spring NightThe park is filled with night and fog,
The veils are drawn about the world,
The drowsy lights along the paths
Are dim and pearled.Gold and gleaming the empty streets,…
To Dick, on His Sixth BirthdayTho' I am very old and wise,
And you are neither wise nor old,
When I look far into your eyes,
I know things I was never told:
I know how flame must strain…
by EmilyDickinsonXXIIIShipwreckToo Much Too Much I should have been too glad, I see,
Too lifted for the scant degree
Of life's penurious round;
My little circuit would have shamed
This…
A Song About MyselfThis Living Hand, Now Warm and CapableStanzas I In drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne’er remember
Their green felicity:
The north cannot…
