"Master," quoth the auld hound "Where will ye go?" "Over moss, over muir, To court my new jo." "Master, though the night be merk, I'se follow through the snow.
"Whither away, thou little eyeless rover? (Kind Roger's true) Whither away across yon bents and clover, Wet, wet with dew?" "Roger here, Roger there - Roger - O, he sighed,...
Living child or pictured cherub, Ne'er o'ermatched its baby grace; And the mother, moving nearer, Looked it calmly in the face; Then with slight and quiet gesture,...
I clomb full high the belfry tower Up to yon arrow-slit, up and away, I said 'let me look on my heart's fair flower In the wall'd garden where she doth play.'
And what will ye hear, my daughters dear? - Oh, what will ye hear this night? Shall I sing you a song of the yuletide cheer, Or of lovers and ladies bright? ...
They said "Too late, too late, the work is done; Great Homer sang of glory and strong men And that fair Greek whose fault all these long years Wins no forgetfulness nor ever can;...
Old Albion sat on a crag of late. And sang out - "Ahoy! ahoy! Long, life to the captain, good luck to the mate. And this to my sailor boy! Come over, come home, Through the salt sea foam,...
Can I make white enough my thought for thee, Or wash my words in light? Thou hast no mate To sit aloft in the silence silently And twin those matchless heights undesecrate....
Niloiya said to Noah, "What aileth thee, My master, unto whom is my desire, The father of my sons?" He answered her, "Mother of many children, I have heard...
Come up the broad river, the Thames, my Dane, My Dane with the beautiful eyes! Thousands and thousands await thee full fain, And talk of the wind and the skies. Fear not from folk and from country to part,...
Came the dread Archer up yonder lawn - Night is the time for the old to die - But woe for an arrow that smote the fawn, When the hind that was sick unscathed went by. ...
My fair lady's a dear, dear lady - I walked by her side to woo. In a garden alley, so sweet and shady, She answered, "I love not you, John, John Brady," Quoth my dear lady,...
Hark! a lover binding sheaves To his maiden sings, Flutter, flutter go the leaves, Larks drop their wings. Little brooks for all their mirth Are not blythe as he. "Give me what the love is worth...
It was a village built in a green rent, Between two cliffs that skirt the dangerous bay A reef of level rock runs out to sea, And you may lie on it and look sheer down,...
Lying imbedded in the green champaign That gives no shadow to thy silvery face, Open to all the heavens, and all their train, The marshalled clouds that cross with stately pace,...
White as white butterflies that each one dons Her face their wide white wings to shade withal, Many moon-daisies throng the water-spring. While couched in rising barley titlarks call,...
Methought the stars were blinking bright, And the old brig's sails unfurled; I said, "I will sail to my love this night At the other side of the world."...