The place both of the past and future is too much usurped in our minds by the restless and discontented present. The very quietness of nature is gradually withdrawn from us; thousands who once in their necessarily prolonged travel were …
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LIFE AND DEATH
“WHAT is Life, father?” “A Battle, my child, Where the strongest lance may fail, Where the wariest eyes may be beguiled, And the stoutest heart may quail. Where the foes are gathered on every hand, And rest not day or night, …
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Dylan Thomas’ father was going blind when he wrote this poem. The dying of the light is a reference to darkness and being blind. Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at …
A THOUGHT OVER A CRADLE.
I sadden when thou smilest to my smile, Child of my love! I tremble to believe That o’er the mirror of that eye of blue The shadow of my heart will always pass;— A heart that, from its struggle with the …
She Was a Phantom of Delight
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment’s ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight’s, too, her dusky hair; But all things …
THE DEATH AND DYING WORDS OF POOR MAILIE
THE AUTHOR’S ONLY PET YOWE AN UNCO MOUNFU’ TALE AS Mailie, an’ her lambs thegither, Was ae day nibbling on the tether, Upon her cloot she coost a hitch, An’ owre she warsl’d in the ditch: There, groaning, dying, she …
JOHN BARLEYCORN: A BALLAD
THERE was three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high, And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn should die. They took a plough and plough’d him down, Put clods upon his head, And they hae …
LOVE’S OMNIPRESENCE
WERE I as base as is the lowly plain, And you, my Love, as high as heaven above, Yet should the thoughts of me your humble swain Ascend to heaven, in honour of my Love. Were I as high as …
OF REVENGE
REVENGE is a kind of wild justice; which the more man’s nature runs to, the more ought law to weed it out. For as for the first wrong, it doth but offend the law; but the revenge of that wrong …
HANDSOME NELL
ONCE I lov’d a bonie lass, Ay, and I love her still; And whilst that virtue warms my breast, I’ll love my handsome Nell. As bonie lasses I hae seen, And mony full as braw; But, for a modest gracefu’ …