Or， The Solitude Of Binnorie SEVEN Daughter had Lord Archibald， All children of one mother： You could not say in one short day What love they bore eac...
ONE morning （raw it was and wet—— A foggy day in winter time） A Woman on the road I met， Not old， though something past her prime： Majesti...
THE DAY is done and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the vi...
SPEAK！ speak！ thou fearful guest！ Who， with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest， Comest to daunt me！ Wrapt not in Eastern balms， But with thy ...
WHEN the hours of Day are numbered And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul that slumbered To a holy calm delight； Ere the evening lamps are l...
John Anderson my jo， John， When we were first acquaint Your locks were like the raven； your bonny brow was brent； But now your brow is bald，John， Your...
Trail all your pikes，dispirit every drum， March in a slow procession from afar， Ye silent，ye dejected， men of war. Be still the hautboys，and the flute...
sweet harbinger of spring！ This moment is thy time to sing， This moment I attend to praise Andt set my numbers to thy lays. Free as thine shall be my ...
When You Lovewhen you Love， or speak of it， Make no serious matter on't， 'Twill make but subject for her wit And gain her scorn in lieu of Gra...
Whilst thirst of praise and vain desire of fame， In every age，is every woman's aim； With courtship pleas'd of silly toasters proud， Fond of a ...