Now we maun totter down, John, ROBERT BURNS CRAIGIE-BURN WOOD WEET fa's the eve on Craigie-burn, But a' the pride o' spring's return I see the flowers and spreading trees, Fain, fain would I my griefs impart, If thou refuse to pity me, If thou shalt love anither, When yon green leaves fa' frae the tree, Around my grave they'll wither. ROBERT BURNS ΙΟ TO THE WOODLARK STAY, sweet warbling woodlark, stay, Nor quit for me the trembling spray : A hapless lover courts thy lay, Thy soothing, fond complaining. Again, again that tender part, Say, was thy little mate unkind, Thou tells o' never-ending care, ROBERT BURNS NON SUM QUALIS ERAM WHE THEN I think on the happy days And now what lands between us lie, How slow ye move, ye heavy hours, As ye were wae and weary! It was na sae ye glinted by ANON ANON ANON. SHE LUCY HE dwelt among the untrodden ways A maid whom there were none to praise A violet by a mossy stone She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave and, Oh! The difference to me! WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF DELIGHT HE was a Phantom of delight SHE When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair, Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; I saw her upon nearer view, A Countenance in which did meet ; And now I see with eye serene WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THREE YEARS SHE GREW THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said, “A lovelier flower On earth was never sown : This Child I to myself will take; "Myself will to my darling be In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, To kindle or restrain. "She shall be sportive as the fawn And her's shall be the breathing balm, Of mute insensate things. 1 Wordsworth's note to this poem was "it was written from my heart, as is sufficiently obvious". "The floating clouds their state shall lend Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form "The stars of midnight shall be dear "And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Thus Nature spake.-The work was done- She died, and left to me This heath, this calm and quiet scene; And never more will be. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I TRAVELLED AMONG UNKNOWN MEN I TRAVELL'D among unknown men Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. |