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ainsi depuis une semaine
la longue roideur de ma veine
bat ma chemise et mon pourpoint | img2poems |
a seasoned scrivener bred in office low
full often dupes and mocks the gaping crow
francis | img2poems |
her pure and eloquent blood
spoke in her cheeks and so distinctly wrought
that one would almost say her body thought | img2poems |
wi' woo' like goats an' legs like trams
she was the flower o' farlie lambs
a famous breed | img2poems |
sir wisdom's a fool when he's fou
sir knave is a fool in a session
but i am a fool by profession | img2poems |
this list wi' my ain hand i wrote it
the day and date as under noted
then know all ye whom it concerns | img2poems |
then howe'er crowns and coronets be rent
a virtuous populace may rise the while
and stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd isle | img2poems |
for britain's guid
for her destruction
wi' dissipation feud an' faction | img2poems |
sure great folk's life's a life o' pleasure
nae cauld or hunger e'er can steer them
the vera thought o't need na fear them | img2poems |
but mete his cunning by the old scots ell
his meddling vanity a busy fiend
still making work his selfish craft must mend | img2poems |
the paly moon rose in the livid east
in weeds of woe that frantic beat her breast
and mix'd her wailings with the raving storm | img2poems |
and in an instant all was dark
and scarcely had he maggie rallied
when out the hellish legion sallied | img2poems |
gay pleasure ran riot as bumpers ran o'er
and vow'd that to leave them he was quite forlorn
till cynthia hinted he'd find them next morn | img2poems |
the gallant sir robert fought hard to the end
but who can with fate and quart-bumpers contend
though fate said a hero shall perish in light | img2poems |
while virgin spring by eden's flood
unfolds her tender mantle green
or pranks the sod in frolic mood | img2poems |
may bliss domestic smooth his private path
give energy to life and soothe his latest breath
with many a filial tear circling the bed of death | img2poems |
had i a statue been o' stane
his darin' look had daunted me
and on his bonnet grav'd was plain | img2poems |
sing on sweet thrush upon the leafless bough
sing on sweet bird i listen to thy strain
at thy blythe carol clears his furrow'd brow | img2poems |
the friend whom wild from wisdom's way
the fumes of wine infuriate send
who but deplores that hapless friend | img2poems |
simple wild enchanting elf
not to thee but thanks to nature
thou art acting but thyself | img2poems |
since thou in all thy youth and charms
must bid the world adieu
to join the friendly few | img2poems |
behind yon hills where lugar flows
the wintry sun the day has closed
and i'll awa to nannie o | img2poems |
she's sweeter than the morning dawn
and dew-drops twinkle o'er the lawn
an' she has twa sparkling roguish een | img2poems |
her looks are like the vernal may
while birds rejoice on every spray
an' she has twa sparkling roguish een | img2poems |
her breath is like the fragrant breeze
that gently stirs the blossom'd bean
an' she has twa sparkling roguish een | img2poems |
there lived a carle on kellyburn braes
and he had a wife was the plague o' his days
and the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | img2poems |
ae day as the carle gaed up the lang glen
he met wi' the devil says how do yow fen
and the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | img2poems |
i've got a bad wife sir that's a' my complaint
for saving your presence to her ye're a saint
and the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | img2poems |
it's neither your stot nor your staig i shall crave
but gie me your wife man for her i must have
and the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | img2poems |
o welcome most kindly the blythe carle said
but if ye can match her ye're waur nor ye're ca'd
and the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | img2poems |
the devil has got the auld wife on his back
and like a poor pedlar he's carried his pack
and the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | img2poems |
then straight he makes fifty the pick o' his band
turn out on her guard in the clap of a hand
and the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | img2poems |
the carlin gaed thro' them like ony wud bear
whate'er she gat hands on cam near her nae mair
and the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | img2poems |
a reekit wee devil looks over the wa
o help master help or she'll ruin us a
and the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | img2poems |
the devil he swore by the edge o' his knife
he pitied the man that was tied to a wife
and the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | img2poems |
the devil he swore by the kirk and the bell
he was not in wedlock thank heav'n but in hell
and the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | img2poems |
then satan has travelled again wi' his pack
and to her auld husband he's carried her back
and the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | img2poems |
i hae been a devil the feck o' my life
but ne'er was in hell till i met wi' a wife
and the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | img2poems |
her voice is the song of the morning
that wakes thro' the green-spreading grove
on music and pleasure and love | img2poems |
may cauld ne'er catch you but a hap
nor hunger but in plenty's lap
amen | img2poems |
no scuptur'd marble here nor pompous lay
this simple stone directs pale scotia's way
to pour her sorrows o'er her poet's dust | img2poems |
dark as was chaos ere the infant sun
was roll'd together or had tried his beams
athwart the gloom profound | img2poems |
rude am i in speech
and therefore little can i grace my cause
in speaking for myself | img2poems |
rude am i in my speech
and little therefore shall i grace my cause
in speaking for myself | img2poems |
and we're a' noddin
nid nid noddin
we're a' noddin fou at e'en | img2poems |
dark as was chaos ere the infant sun
was roll'd together or had try'd his beams
athwart their gloom profound | img2poems |
vapours and clouds and storms
until he terrify himself
at combustion of his own raising | img2poems |
tell us ye dead
will none of you in pity disclose the secret
what 'tis you are and we must shortly be | img2poems |
attach thee firmly to the virtuous deeds
and offices of life to life itself
with all its vain and transient joys sit loose | img2poems |
oh there beyond expression blest
i'd feast on beauty a' the night
seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest | img2poems |
or play to sportive children on the green
dancing at gloamin hour or willing cheer
with strains unbought the shepherd's bridal day | img2poems |
but for my secret thoughts which i withhold
from all in heaven beside them search not thou
with irksome curiosity and vain | img2poems |
sarpedon with the noble glaucus led
their warriors forth from farthest lycia where
xanthus deep-dimpled rolls his oozy tide | img2poems |
arriving at the hosts of greece and troy
they left the chariot and proceeded both
into the interval between the hosts | img2poems |
for never since the day when thee i bore
thy beauty loved i as i love thee now
or felt such sweetness of intense desire | img2poems |
the royal agamemnon sighing grasp'd
the hand of menelaus and while all
their followers sigh'd around them thus began | img2poems |
he spake whom with a frowning brow the brave
tydides answer'd
sthenelus my friend | img2poems |
so elephenor fell for whom arose
sharp conflict greeks and trojans mutual flew
like wolves to battle and man grappled man | img2poems |
let none desirous of the spoil his time
devote to plunder now now slay your foes
and strip them when the field shall be your own | img2poems |
for oeneus on a time full twenty days
regaled bellerophon and pledges fair
of hospitality they interchanged | img2poems |
the steeds beside the chariots stood their corn
chewing and waiting till the golden-throned
aurora should restore the light of day | img2poems |
these will i give and will with these resign
most solemn that unconscious as she was
of my embraces such i yield her his | img2poems |
these will he give and will with these resign
most solemn that unconscious as she was
of his embraces such he yields her back | img2poems |
son of bold tydeus
think on thy return
to yonder fleet lest thou depart constrain'd | img2poems |
so spake polydamas whose safe advice
pleased hector from his chariot to the ground
all arm'd he leap'd nor would a trojan there | img2poems |
we are three brothers saturn is our sire
and rhea brought us forth first jove she bore
me next then pluto sovereign of the shades | img2poems |
as when the east wind and the south contend
to shake some deep wood on the mountain's side
or beech or ash or rugged cornel old | img2poems |
for when patroclus fell the friend was slain
of such a chief as is not in the fleet
for valor and his bands are dauntless all | img2poems |
much radiant armor round about the foss
fell of the flying grecians or within
lay scatter'd and no pause of war they found | img2poems |
patroclus is no more
the grecians fight
for his bare corse and hector hath his arms | img2poems |
she like a falcon from the snowy top
stoop'd of olympus bearing to the earth
the dazzling wonder fresh from vulcan's hand | img2poems |
thou wilt be found false and this word of thine
shall want performance
but olympian jove | img2poems |
atrides
most illustrious
king of men | img2poems |
the tongue of man is voluble hath words
for every theme nor wants wide field and long
and as he speaks so shall he hear again | img2poems |
haste follow her ah shameless
how she leads
gore-tainted mars through all the host of heaven | img2poems |
i call for two brave warriors arm'd to prove
each other's skill with weapons keen this prize
disputing next in presence of us all | img2poems |
meantime apollo with compassion touch'd
even of the lifeless hector from all taint
covering preserved him although dragg'd untorn | img2poems |
but i ere yet the city i behold
taken and pillaged with these aged eyes
shall find safe hiding in the shades below | img2poems |
so saying he waken'd in his soul regret
of his own sire softly he placed his hand
on priam's hand and push'd him gently away | img2poems |
then in the vestibule the herald slept
and priam prudent both but peleus' son
in the interior tent and at his side | img2poems |
the tomb once heap'd assembling all again
within the palace they a banquet shared
magnificent by godlike priam given | img2poems |
part huge of bulk
wallowing unwieldy enormous in their gait
tempest the ocean | img2poems |
for i deem
him wont to pray since all of every land
need succor from the gods | img2poems |
there lay telemachus on finest wool
reposed contemplating all night his course
prescribed by pallas to the pylian shore | img2poems |
it hath commodious havens into which
a passage clear opens on either side
and there the ambush'd greeks his coming watch'd | img2poems |
olli certamine summo
procumbunt
virgil | img2poems |
down the oceanus the current bore
my galley winning at the first her way
with oars then wafted by propitious gales | img2poems |
thus arm'd he sought his wonted couch beneath
a hollow rock where the herd slept secure
from the sharp current of the northern blast | img2poems |
at once the son of the illustrious chief
slung his keen faulchion grasp'd his spear and stood
arm'd bright for battle at his father's side | img2poems |
behemoth biggest born of earth
upheav'd his vastness
milton | img2poems |
nativity once in the main of light: when a star has risen and entered
on the full stream of light another of the astrological phrases no
longer familiar | img2poems |
a noble peer: robert devereux second lord essex then at the height
of his brief triumph after taking cadiz: hence the allusion following to
the pillars of hercules placed near gades by ancient legend | img2poems |
whist: hushed pan: used here for the lord of all lars and
lemures: household gods and spirits of relations dead flamens: roman
priests that twice-batter'd god: dagon | img2poems |
orpheus was torn to pieces by thracian women amaryllis and neaera
names used here for the love idols of poets: as damoetas previously
for a shepherd | img2poems |
the pilot: saint peter figuratively introduced as the head of the
church on earth to foretell the ruin of our corrupted clergy then in
their heighth under laud's primacy | img2poems |
sydneian showers: either in allusion to the conversations in the
arcadia or to sidney himself as a model of gentleness in spirit and
demeanour | img2poems |
if not in their origin in their present form this and the two preceding
poems appear due to the seventeenth century and have therefore been
placed in book ii | img2poems |
hecht: promised the obsolete hight mavis: thrush ilka: every
lav'rock: lark haughs: valley-meadows twined: parted from
marrow: mate syne then | img2poems |
nothing except his surname appears recoverable with regard to the author
of this truly noble poem: it should be noted as exhibiting a rare
excellence the climax of simple sublimity | img2poems |
that to find in chapman's homer the pure serene of the original the
reader must bring with him the imagination of the youthful poet he
must be a greek himself as shelley finely said of keats | img2poems |
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