Langsyne, When Life was Bonnie - by
Langsyne, when life was bonnie,
/ An’ a’ the skies were blue,
/ When ilka thocht took blossom,
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19th century poems
Jenny Wi’ the Airn Teeth - by
What a plague is this o’ mine,
/ Winna steek his e’e,
/ Though I hap him ow’r the…
Songs of Travel, X - by
I know not how it is with you –
/ I love the first and…
Jabberwocky - by
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
/ Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
/ All mimsy were the borogoves,
/ And the…
‘My brain swims empty and light’ - by
an extract
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/ VII
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/ My brain swims empty and light
/ Like a nut on a sea of oil;
/ And an atmosphere of quiet…
Poets to Come - by
I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,
I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness.
Ode on a Grecian Urn - by
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,
/ Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time,
/ Sylvan historian, who canst thus express…
The Windhover - by
To Christ Our Lord
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/ I caught this morning morning’s minion, king-
/ dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in…
Parting - by
My life closed twice before its close;
/ It yet remains to see
/ If Immortality unveil
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The Sick Rose - by
O Rose, thou art sick!
/ The invisible worm
/ That flies in the night,
/ In the howling storm,
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/ Has found out…
Le Bateau Ivre (The Drunken Boat) - by
an extract
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/ Sweeter than the flesh of sour apples to children, the green water penetrated my pinewood hull and washed me…
On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer - by
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
/ And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
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