Adown winding Nith I did wander, To mark the sweet flowers as they spring; Adown winding Nith I did wander, Of Phillis to muse and to sing. Awa wi' your belles and your beauties,...
Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port, Away with old Hock and madeira, Too earthly ye are for my sport; There's a beverage brighter and clearer. Instead of a piriful rummer, My wine overbrims a whole summer;...
Was it a dream? We sail'd, I thought we sail'd, Martin and I, down a green Alpine stream, Under o'erhanging pines; the morning sun, On the wet umbrage of their glossy tops,...
Thou who hast follow'd far with eyes of love The shy and virgin sights of Spring to-day, Sad soul, what dost thou in this happy grove? Hast thou no pipe to touch, no strain to play,...
I dreamed I was a spider; A big, fat, hungry spider; A lusty, rusty spider With a dozen palsied limbs; With a dozen limbs that dangled Where three wretched flies were tangled...
In the night I dreamed that you had died, And I thought you lay in your winding sheet; And I kneeled low by your coffin side, With my cheek on your heart that had ceased to beat. ...
That was a curious dream; I thought the three Great planets that are drawing near the sun With such unerring certainty, begun To talk together in a mighty glee. They spoke of vast convulsions which would be...
I stood far off above the haunts of men Somewhere, I know not, when the sky was dim From some worn glory, and the morning hymn Of the gay oriole echoed from the glen....
He lived beyond men, and so stood Admitted to the brotherhood Of beauty: - dreams, with which he trod Companioned like some sylvan god. And oft men wondered, when his thought...
Now when I sleep the thrush breaks through my dreams With sharp reminders of the coming day: After his call, one minute I remain Unwaked, and on the darkness which is Me...
I dreamt of my daughter. She came and stroked my forelock with her hand. — Oh you have been away for long! — se told me, The child cast her glance right into my soul. My head was going round for joy,...
I just had turned the classic page. And traced that happy period over, When blest alike were youth and age, And love inspired the wisest sage, And wisdom graced the tenderest lover. ...