Ring out, wild bells - by
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Poems
An online library of poems from the Scottish Poetry Library.
Winter-Time - by
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.
Lukkie
Whan du telt me hoo du thowt o ‘luck’as nae mair as chance, de happy hubbelskjuo aentropie, I thowt onnly o de ben-endo my grandmidder’s hoose an aa her talismanso tat. Inbi, luck wis acht an lenned lik coins,hot fae de löf. Dere wis wyes aboot it:a sixpence fir de scratchcairds; tree skoiltso a gingernut […]
Haunted Houses - by
All houses wherein men have lived and died
Are haunted houses. Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
With feet that make no sound upon the floors.
Luck is not chance - by
Luck is not chance —It’s Toil —Fortune’s expensive smileIs earned —The Father of the MineIs that old-fashioned CoinWe spurned —
Duillagyn Ny Fouyir - by
Va duillagyn ny Fouyir nyn lhie; Lieh-ooir myr v’adsyn nish, va cheet dy ve Covesit lesh y thalloo mea ren fassaghey ad Er-feiy nyn laaghyn, voish nyn cheet magh, As choud’s v’ad jiole neese beaghey, As bishaghey y billey liorish soilshey ny greiney. As nish v’ad ceaut neose, dy’assaghey Duillagyn noa ’sy traa ry-heet. Ren […]
Geryow Kernewek - by
Fatel ytho yllyn-ny gul defnythA’gan geryow fol ha whek,Geryow kerys ha nygromansek,Geryow gothyk, nep a bon a ves genen-ny?Syns avan an gweder dh’agan tybyans’Wheth warnodho, segh-ef glan;Gesyn dhyn-ny dalleth arta.Martesen, bledhen war bledhen,Os arta os, ny a vyth cafosWorteweth an styr gwyr kellys – Nag yu yn agan lynow bardhonnekMes ynter an lynow-na,Goskesek, ow hyntya a […]
Gwirionedd - by
Today you know that there’s one
who makes your heart beat who makes your heart sing
and you know this is real you feel it right in your being.
But tomorrow, or the day after is this still what you’ll be seeing?
Pwy dorrodd y ffenest? - by
Pwy dorrodd y ffenest? Y bêl. Pwy giciodd y bêl? Wn i ddim. Pa hogia oedd rhain? Wn i ddim. Wel, pwy oedd yn chwarae? Ni’r hogia’. Ti’n siwr nad chdi wnaeth ei chicio? Na, mi welish i hynny’n reit glir. Felly gwelaist yn iawn pwy wnaeth gicio? …dwi’m yn siŵr o’n i yno, […]
Èistibh - by
Feuch an tigeadh guth
tron t-sàmhchair.
The Masque of Anarchy - by
‘Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number,
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you-
Ye are many – they are few.’