Where Go the Boats? - by
Dark brown is the river,
/ Golden is the sand.
/ It flows along for ever,
/ With…
19th century poems
The Land of Story-Books - by
At evening when the lamp is lit,
/ Around the fire my parents sit;
/ They sit at home and talk and sing,
/ And do…
The Lamplighter - by
My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky;
/ It’s time to take the window to see Leerie…
I wandered lonely as a Cloud… - by
I wandered lonely as a Cloud
/ That floats on high o’er Vales and Hills,
/ When all at once I saw a crowd
/ A…
Requiem - by
Under the wide and starry sky,
/ Dig the grave and let me die.
/ Glad did I live and gladly die,
/ …
She Walks in Beauty - by
She walks in beauty, like the night
/ Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
/ And all that’s best of dark…
The Owl and the Pussy-cat - by
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
/ In a beautiful pea-green boat,
/ They took some honey, and plenty…
So, We’ll Go No More A-roving - by
I
/ So, we’ll go no more a-roving
/ So late into the night,
/ Though the heart be still as loving,
/ …
Ane an’ be Dune wi’t - by
If folk wad be cautious when takin’ a drappy,
/ And mind they maun eat as weel’s drink to be happy,
/ They’d be…
Gree, Bairnies, Gree - by
The moon has rowed her in a cloud,
/ Stravaging win’s begin
/ To shuggle and daud the window-brods,
/ …
The Maker to Posterity - by
Far `yont amang the years to be
/ When a’ we think, an’ a’ we see,
/ An’ a’ we luve, `s been dung…
‘I will make you brooches and toys for your delight’ - by
I will make you brooches and toys for your delight
/ Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.
/ I will make a…