A moth, I thogh, munching a word. How marvellously weird! a worm Digesting a mans sayings - A sneakthief nibbling in the shado… At the shape of a poet’s thunderou…
O I forbid you, maidens a’, That wear gowd on your hair, To come or gae by Carterhaugh, For young Tam Lin is there. There’s nane that gaes by Carterh…
SISTER, awake! close not your e… The day her light discloses, And the bright morning doth arise Out of her bed of roses. See the clear sun, the world’s bri…
It fell about the Martinmas, When the wind blew shrill and caul… Said Edom o’ Gordon to his men, ‘We maun draw to a hauld. ’And whatna hauld sall we draw to,
An old man going a lone highway, Came, at the evening cold and gray… To a chasm vast and deep and wide, The old man crossed in the twiligh… The sullen stream had no fear for…
Anonymous English Christmas carol… (first published in the children’s… On the first day of Christmas, My true love sent to me A partridge in a pear tree.
The time when first I fell in lov… Which now I must lament; The year wherein I lost such time To compass my content. The day wherein I saw too late
A lthough things are not perfect B ecause of trial or pain C ontinue in thanksgiving D o not begin to blame E ven when the times are hard
The king sits in Dumferling toune… Drinking the blude-reid wine: “O whar will I get guid sailor, To sail this schip of mine?” Up and spak an eldern knicht,
THERE is a Lady sweet and kind, Was never face so pleased my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I love her till I die. Her gesture, motion, and her smile…
THERE lived a wife at Usher’s w… And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart s… And sent them o’er the sea. They hadna been a week from her,
OF on that is so fayr and bright Velut maris stella, Brighter than the day is light, Parens et puella: Ic crie to the, thou see to me,
‘O WHA will shoe my bonny foot? And wha will glove my hand? And wha will bind my middle jimp Wi’ a lang, lang linen band? ‘O wha will kame my yellow hair,
WYNTER wakeneth al my care, Nou this leves waxeth bare; Ofte I sike ant mourne sare When hit cometh in my thoht Of this worldes joie, hou hit g…
SINCE first I saw your face I r… If now I be disdained I wish my h… What? I that loved and you that l… No, no, no, my heart is fast, and… If I admire or praise you too muc…