Love, forget me when I’m gone,When the tree is overthrown,Let its place be digg’d and sownO’er with grass ;—when that is grown,The very place shall be unknown,So court I oblivion.So I charge thee, by our love,Love, forget me when I’m gone. Love of him that lies in clayOnly maketh life forlorn—Clouding o’er the new-born dayWith […]
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.
When Birnam Wood shall come to Dunsinane / Only an utter simpleton will strain / Their mind and fail to…
Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,
/ An’, taught by time, I tak’ it so…
Step this way, sir. Just here you may see
/ a child’s head so full of water
/ that the world’s alarms were quite…
Oh for Christ’s sake gie the signor his siller.
/ Alchemist my erse, but he’s hermless, is he no?
/ He’ll never blaw us…