The Masque of Anarchy - by
As I lay asleep in Italy
There came a voice from over the Sea
And with great power it forth led me
To walk in the visions of Poesy.
fables
My First Bawbee - by
O! nane, I trew, on a’ the yirth
/ Was happier than me,
/ When in my wee…
Olive Tree - by
Some friendly soul, quite near old age,
/ when time to think is plenty, sits,
/ still spry enough, beneath an olive tree,
/ to take…
from The Cock and the Fox - by
Thocht brutall beistis be irrationall –
/ That is to say, wantand discretioun –
/ Yet ilk ane in thair kynd naturall
/ Hes mony divers…