There lies afar behind a western hill The Town without a Market, white and still; For six feet long and not a third as high Are those small habitations. There stood I, Waiting to hear the citizens beneath...
Nay, prithee tell me, Love, when I behold My lady, do mine eyes her beauty see In truth, or dwells that loveliness in me Which multiplies her grace a thousandfold?...
O the night was dark and the night was late, And the robbers came to rob him; And they picked the locks of his palace-gate, The robbers that came to rob him - They picked the locks of his palace-gate,...
The Trees ask of Man what he lacks; "One bit, just to handle my axe?" All he asks--well and good: But he cuts down the wood, So well does he handle his axe!
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands has sped, The night-blast wildly howling round his head,...
Woman's faith, and woman's trust Write the characters in the dust; Stamp them on the running stream, Print them on the moon's pale beam, And each evanescent letter Shall be clearer, firmer, better,...
I'm Sairgeant Weelum Henderson frae Pairth, That's wha I am! There's jist ae bluidy regiment on airth That's worth a damn; An' gin the bonniest fechter o' the lot Ye seek to see,...
Two neighbors, living on a hill, Had each and side by side a mill. The one was Jones, a thrifty wight Whose mill in every wind went right. The storm and tempest vainly spent...
I waited at home all the while they were boating together - My wife and my near neighbour's wife: Till there entered a woman I loved more than life,...
Lo! very fair is she who knows the ways Of joy: in pleasure's mocking wisdom old, The eyes that might be cold to flattery, kind; The hair that might be grey with knowledge, gold. ...
There's mony a man loves land and life, Loves life and land and fee; And mony a man loves fair women, But never a man loves me, my love, But never a man loves me. O weel and weel for a' lovers,...
To the Wolf, from whose throat Dr Crane Drew the bone, his long bill made it plain He expected his fee: Snarled Wolf--"Fiddle de dee, Be thankful your head's out again." ...
Wild son of Heav'n, with laughter and alarm, Now East, now West, now North, now South he goes, Bearing in one harsh hand dark death and storm, And in the other, sunshine and a rose.
A woodcutter bought him a gander, Or at least that was what he supposed, As a matter of fact, 'twas a slander As a later occurrence disclosed; For they locked the bird up in the garret...
I had been almost happy for an hour, Lost to the world that knew me in the park Among strange faces; while my little girl Leaped with the squirrels, chirruped with the birds...
As he said vanity, so vain say I, Oh! vanity, O vain all under Sky; Where is the man can say, lo, I have found On brittle Earth a Consolation sound? What is't in honour to be set on high?...
'Ouse-keeper sent tha my lass, fur New Squire coom'd last night. Butter an' heggs'yis'yis. I'll go' wi' tha back: all right; Butter I warrants be prime, an' I warrants the heggs be as well,...