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Book: A Song of Labour (1873)

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  • *Respectfully Dedicated To My Fellow-Workers With Pick And Shovel Everywhere*
    "\Let each man honour his workmanship--his Can-do.\"--
    323 lines
  • "\O meines Lebens goldne zeit.\"--
    Schiller
    119 lines
  • "\He is made one with Nature; there is heard
    His voice in all her music.\"--
    67 lines
  • "\All its innocent thoughts,
    Like rose leaves scattered.\"--
    51 lines, 2 comments
  • I walk through the golden autumn wood
    When the leaves are in their decay:
    28 lines
  • Young Eliore lay dreaming, and the light
    Of the young sun came in, and angel bright
    148 lines
  • Would you hear the poet's mission? When the gods lean from above,
    Placing in his heart the wisdom and the music that they love,
    40 lines
  • I take the letter up with anxious eyes,
    And open it with beating heart, and there,
    53 lines
  • The deil's in that bit bairn o' mine, for every noo and than
    He gies me siccan frichts, that whiles for fear I scarce can stan';
    28 lines
  • Welcome again, O Christmas!
    Though ye come with the winter wind,
    32 lines
  • Thou midnight wind, let not a whisper wave
    The stillness all around, until we lay
    28 lines
  • On New Year's Night I met with Kate,
    The pretty hostess of our party;
    48 lines
  • I lay in the quiet sunshine
    Of the summer's golden heat;
    44 lines
  • \"I speak of one, from many singled out--
    One of those heavenly days that cannot die.\"--
    51 lines
  • Like the songs I have heard in childhood
    Comes thy voice, O thrush, to me,
    36 lines
  • The Spirit of Love came down upon the earth,
    He came full-breath'd and strong,
    32 lines
  • What lauchs o'love we hae at nicht wi' Johnnie, our wee wean,
    As he wamples aff his mither's knee to row on the hearth-stane;
    44 lines
  • Ah me! for all my toil and search,
    And rhyming, till the muse grow surly,
    64 lines
  • I see yet, bright as summer beams,
    The spot where all my childhood wander'd,
    96 lines
  • I hate your Sterne, though still at times,
    When for a lighter half-hour yearning,
    48 lines
  • Oh, glorious time! (my spirit thus must speak).
    The incensed breeze from every nook is blown,
    48 lines
  • "\Close thy Byron; open thy Goethe.\" --Carlyle
    49 lines
  • I stood in a dream between Life and Death,
    And I whisper'd to the twain--
    52 lines
  • On what part of this rough and toiling planet
    Are you now this lonely hour--sweet Janet, say?
    64 lines
  • Come in the hoose this moment, paidlin' oot there in the rain,
    An', losh me! but ae buitie on, ye limmer o' a wean;
    24 lines
  • Spring, come with all thy sweetest looks,
    With dewy violets in thy hair;
    20 lines
  • O! softly falls the moonlight
    On stream, and field, and tree,
    28 lines
  • O, summer day, pour down your love,
    That I may idly lie
    28 lines
  • In quiet moments, when my thoughts depart
    For their sweet home within the silent land,
    29 lines
  • O, glad New Year, with what a wealth of hope
    Thou comest to the world of toiling men,
    28 lines
  • In my boyhood time long years ago,
    When life was half divine,
    40 lines
  • Bow thou to Genius, and thy worship give
    To our Magician, who, with wondrous wand,
    14 lines
  • He winna sup his poshie, the buffy, curly loon,
    But spurs and spurtles on my knee, an' quarrels for the spoon,
    28 lines
  • The spirit of God fell on him, and he pass'd
    From out the common bounds wherein we move,
    48 lines
  • I ken'd Maggie weel ere she grew to a wife,
    An' smiled in the sunshine o' a' its sweet life;
    60 lines
  • "Nicht darf ich dir zu gleichen mich vermessen."-- \Goethe\
    99 lines
  • I stood within a wood, and heard the wind
    Keep up its music in the solemn trees,
    36 lines
  • Oor Rab's in his bed, an' he's sleepin' sae soun'
    That afore he wad wauken the hoose micht fa' doon.
    64 lines
  • I went to-night by the wooden bridge
    That steps across the stream;
    52 lines
  • The wind blows soft, and cool, and sweet,
    As it blew in my infancy;
    36 lines
  • Brightly shone the brow of Dante,
    In those years of early youth,
    28 lines
  • He's a deil o' a wean--what ava can he mean?
    Lod, he'll ow'r-gang us a' yet, an' that'll be seen;
    72 lines
  • I see him yet, that grey old man,
    Whose fiddle made many a winter night
    48 lines
  • A breath went through the Universe, and shook
    All things to music, and a mighty voice
    48 lines
  • "Du Wonne der Natur."--Schiller.
    O come away to the woodland bowers,
    75 lines
  • I like Artemus Ward, that quaint
    Rough, sturdy, antiquated Showman,
    48 lines
  • I heard this old legend a few days ago--
    A legend so quaint
    87 lines, 1 comment
  • Du dieu qui nous créa la clémence infinie, Pour adoucir, &c.
    The God who made us in infinite pow'r,
    17 lines
  • "O, eine edle Himmelsgabe ist
    Das licht des auges."--\Schiller\
    54 lines
  • I took her down a country dance,
    And ever in its giddy wheeling
    48 lines
  • Little lame Katie, with her golden hair,
    And her dead mother's eyes, comes in to me,
    52 lines, 1 comment
  • Ah! why will my heart beat faint and low
    At the sound of the falling leaves?
    40 lines
  • I like my labour and the gods,
    And rave about them in the fashion
    56 lines
  • A life I thought had pass'd away,
    With all its old, spasmodic thinking,
    64 lines
  • The first break in our happy household hearth
    Was my broad manly son, and far away
    48 lines
  • I heard an angel singing in the air,
    And looking upward in my fear and dread,
    24 lines
  • Old Adam breaking stones by the wayside,
    Leans on his hammer for a moment's space,
    48 lines
  • Plague tak' his auld grannie, wha brocht frae the toon
    That whussle, an' gie'd him't to deave us wi' soun';
    64 lines
  • The feeble infant, but an hour in life,
    Lay wailing in our arms, while on the bed
    48 lines
  • O a' the ills that come to swall a wearit mither's grief,
    The warst is when her laddie winna tak' his senna leaf;
    24 lines
  • Rachel, soft and shy and blushing, pass'd into the angel wife,
    Tears of joy within the rapture of her sweetly-drooping eyes;
    52 lines
  • I loved her when I was at school--
    So early Cupid flung his fetter;
    56 lines
  • I look back to my early life,
    When I was seventeen or so;
    48 lines, 1 comment
  • In the quiet hush of the tender night,
    When my eyes fill up with tears,
    40 lines
  • Wee tottie's the smile that lichts up oor hearthstane--
    A dumpy bit thing that can scarce gang her lane;
    28 lines
  • It was a little grave--
    So little, you could almost think the sexton
    57 lines
  • Oor Sis is a mitherly sort o' a bairn,
    An unco gleg thing, an' sae easy to learn,
    56 lines
  • A spirit is singing a song somewhere,
    As I go out to my work--
    32 lines
  • I still min' Jock Buchan, the lang gawkie fule,
    He was nearly man muckle though still at the schule,
    72 lines
  • The street to-night is empty,
    And the last slow footstep gone;
    56 lines
  • Ah, the stream by the ruin in the wood
    Has long ago run dry,
    60 lines
  • I sit by the narrow window,
    Ere the summer sunlight dies,
    44 lines
  • Once more on the mighty engine, boys,
    With my hand on the driver's arm,
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  • Bertha grew up to noble womanhood
    Full of the light of smiles, and in her eyes,
    48 lines
  • One night, returning from my work, I saw
    A woman standing by the churchyard gate,
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  • All pale by the dungeon door he stands,
    His own sweet sky above,
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  • There seems a moving life to-day
    In everything I see,
    44 lines
  • There are some things still in this life of ours
    The years weed not away,
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • On the engine in the night-time, with the darkness all around,
    And below the iron pulses beating on with mighty sound.
    56 lines
  • "The beings of the mind are not of clay;
    Essentially immortal, they create
    191 lines
  • I miss my bonnie bairn,
    I miss him unco sair,
    48 lines
  • Ah! the dreams that I had from the poet,
    When my soul drank in his song,
    40 lines
  • Come, fling for a moment, my fellows,
    The pick and shovel aside,
    96 lines
  • A down the vista of the fading years,
    With solemn step and slow,
    40 lines
  • "L`amor che muove il Sole e l'altre stelle." --\Dante\
    I have flung away my Dante, weary with the sounding line,
    61 lines
  • The heart of the toiling world
    Shook with such sudden wrong
    24 lines
  • On the slope, half-hid in grass, and right beneath the sounding wire,
    Lay the lark, the sweetest singer in the Heavenly Father's choir,
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  • The wind through the summer woods blows cool,
    So I walk with quiet pace,
    32 lines
  • Lucy is but a child as yet,
    And full of mirth and glee,
    36 lines
  • Die Sonne tönt nach alter weise.--\Goethe\
    He rises as of old, he flings
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  • A spirit sang from the edge of a cloud
    A wondrous melody.
    24 lines
  • Her faither says aften fu' plainly to me,
    'The wean, woman, 's juist like oor neebors, we see,
    56 lines
  • You were dead, they said;
    In the churchyard had been laid,
    77 lines
  • The twilight is here, and the stars are met,
    They wander side by side,
    24 lines
  • Laughing eyes look over the bridge
    And seem, as they smile, to say,
    24 lines
  • The long deep grass is springing by the edges of the streams,
    And the trees have found a secret that bursts out in leafy gleams;
    36 lines
  • Oh, the summer time is beautiful, with all its sunny sky,
    The soft sweet carol of the birds and streams that wander by;
    44 lines
  • In happy grandeur swept the moon,
    Her whispers on the silent trees,
    36 lines
  • The night is calm, and sweet, and still--
    Such nights should ever be--
    40 lines
  • Ellen came out in the evening light
    In all her youth and love,
    20 lines
  • Glory in winning a maid in the first wild heat of our youth,
    When heaven comes down to the earth, and we walk in a Paradise;
    24 lines
  • It is a shame that I should lift my voice
    In these great days of toil, and thought, and song,
    14 lines
  • Brighter the flowers still grow on him who said,
    "A thing of beauty is a joy for ever,"
    14 lines
  • A youth uprising with a pale, sweet face,
    Fraught with intensest wonder, with the Muse
    14 lines
  • *Voltaire, D'Alembert, and Diderôt.*
    15 lines
  • Mide lake that laps with a most liquid tongue
    The base of these worn ruins. Have ye naught
    14 lines
  • Wherever genius whispers, "Here shall be
    An immortality for men and time
    14 lines
  • Bark eyes within whose light as by some spell
    Girlhood and maidenhood rise up to claim,
    14 lines
  • A blessing on the tinkers, and on him
    Who was their monarch--he who laid him down
    14 lines
  • Dare I profane the wreath, and with blind aim
    Snatch from the cunning gods who hold above
    14 lines
  • I turn'd the pages writ by mighty men--
    Giants who in the past had toil'd and fought,
    14 lines
  • To be at Yarrow--this is no high wish,
    And yet what magic wraps the name. To stand
    14 lines
  • To go down to the grave with many a dream
    Hid in the breast, but never clothed in words,
    14 lines
  • Such music had the gods as I have now,
    When all Olympus shook, and the quick stars
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  • What dreams were mine to-night, O fond romance,
    That came upon me like a summer sleep,
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  • A poet in whose heart upsprung the life
    And soul of passion, nursing with its fires
    14 lines
  • I know not how it is, but when I hear
    The name of Wordsworth it is as a spell
    14 lines
  • Spirit that walkest on these waters, now
    Unseen but ever heard, take thou the form
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  • I lay amid the wreck of a rude time,
    When men were rough as the huge beams they laid
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  • I walk with the stern Dante through his hell:
    On either side a wall of spirits stands,
    14 lines
  • It was a spot so quiet that the stream
    Was in itself a silence, and the wood
    14 lines
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