Doon cam the sunbeams, and up gaed the stour, As we spangt ower the road at ten mile the hoor, The horse wasna timmer, the cart wasna strae, And little cared we for the burn or the brae. ...
Within my heart a worm had long been hid. I knew it not when I went down and chid Because some servants of my inner house Had not, I found, of late been doing well, But then I spied the horror hideous...
I know not what among the grass thou art, Thy nature, nor thy substance, fairest flower, Nor what to other eyes thou hast of power To send thine image through them to the heart;...
Take of the first fruits, Father, of thy care, Wrapped in the fresh leaves of my gratitude Late waked for early gifts ill understood; Claiming in all my harvests rightful share,...
Praised be thou, O Jesus Christ, That a man on earth thou liest! Born of a maiden--it is true-- In this exults the heavenly crew. Kyrioleis.[1] [Footnote 1: (Greek) kurie elxaeson: Lord, have mercy.]...
Dear Christians, let us now rejoice, And dance in joyous measure; That, of good cheer, and with one voice, We sing in love and pleasure Of what to us our God hath shown,...
Her, the worthy maid, my heart doth hold, And I shall not forget her. Praise, honour, virtue of her are told; Than all I love her better. I seek her good, And if I should Right evil fare,...
Thy little hand lay on my bosom, dear: What a knocking in that little chamber!--dost hear? There dwelleth a carpenter evil, and he Is hard at work on a coffin for me. ...
The elect angels and the souls in bliss, The citizens of heaven, when, that first day, My lady passed from me and went their way, Of marvel and pity full, did round her press....