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dramatic monologue

Thirty Bob a Week - by John Davidson

{ Poem }

I couldn’t touch a stop and turn a screw,And set the blooming world a-work for me,Like such as cut their teeth — I hope, like you —On the handle of a skeleton gold key;I cut mine on a leek, which I eat it every week:I’m a clerk at thirty bob as you can see. But […]

Love’s Last Suit

{ Poem }

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 […]

from Don Juan - by George Gordon, Lord Byron

{ Poem }

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.

Birnam Wood - by Grigory Kruzhkov

{ Poem }

When Birnam Wood shall come to Dunsinane / Only an utter simpleton will strain / Their mind and fail to…

McAndrew’s Hymn - by Rudyard Kipling

{ Poem }

Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,
/ An’, taught by time, I tak’ it so…

The Curator - by Norman Kreitman

{ Poem }

Step this way, sir. Just here you may see
/ a child’s head so full of water
/ that the world’s alarms were quite…

James IV to his Treasurer - by Edwin Morgan

{ Poem }

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…

Trouble is not my middle name - by Liz Lochhead

{ Poem }

Trouble is not my middle name.
/ It is not what I am.
/ I was not born for this.
/ Trouble is not a place
/ though…

‘Be mery, man, and tak nocht fer in mynd’ - by William Dunbar

{ Poem }

Be mery, man, and tak nocht fer in mynd
/ The wavering of this wrechit vale of sorrow.
/ To God be huimle and…

‘Quhy will ye, merchantis of renoun’ - by William Dunbar

{ Poem }

Quhy will ye, merchantis of renoun,
/ Lat Edinburgh, your nobill toun,
/ For laik of reformatioun
/ The commone proffeitt tyine, and…

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