Poems | Scottish Poetry Library

Haunted Houses - by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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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 Emily Dickinson

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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 Robert Corteen Carswell

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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 Donald R. Rawe

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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 Casia Wiliam

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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 Gruffudd Owen

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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 Anna Frater

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Mura h-urrainn dhuinn earbsa a chur anns na naidheachdan a leughas sinn no a chluinneas sinn no a chì sinn nach biodh e cho math dhuinn gach inneal a chur dhethagus èisteachd ri buillear cridhe fhèin? Feuch an tigeadh guth tron t-sàmhchair.

The Masque of Anarchy - by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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‘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.’

Emily Melting

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The Second Coming - by William Butler Yeats

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The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

from Don Juan - by George Gordon, Lord Byron

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It may seem a schoolboy’s whine,
And yet I seek not to be grand nor witty,
But I am half a Scot by birth, and bred
A whole one, and my heart flies to my head.

To the Moon - by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth?

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