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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 - Young Eliore lay dreaming, and the light
Of the young sun came in, and angel bright148 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 - Thou midnight wind, let not a whisper wave
The stillness all around, until we lay28 lines - \"I speak of one, from many singled out--
One of those heavenly days that cannot die.\"--51 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 - Oh, glorious time! (my spirit thus must speak).
The incensed breeze from every nook is blown,48 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 - O! softly falls the moonlight
On stream, and field, and tree,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 - 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 - 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 - 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 night48 lines - A breath went through the Universe, and shook
All things to music, and a mighty voice48 lines - I heard this old legend a few days ago--
A legend so quaint87 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 - I took her down a country dance,
And ever in its giddy wheeling48 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 - The first break in our happy household hearth
Was my broad manly son, and far away48 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 bed48 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 - Wee tottie's the smile that lichts up oor hearthstane--
A dumpy bit thing that can scarce gang her lane;28 lines - I still min' Jock Buchan, the lang gawkie fule,
He was nearly man muckle though still at the schule,72 lines - Once more on the mighty engine, boys,
With my hand on the driver's arm,96 lines - One night, returning from my work, I saw
A woman standing by the churchyard gate,42 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 - "L`amor che muove il Sole e l'altre stelle." --\Dante\
I have flung away my Dante, weary with the sounding line,61 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,34 lines - Her faither says aften fu' plainly to me,
'The wean, woman, 's juist like oor neebors, we see,56 lines - The twilight is here, and the stars are met,
They wander side by side,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 - 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 Muse14 lines - Mide lake that laps with a most liquid tongue
The base of these worn ruins. Have ye naught14 lines - Wherever genius whispers, "Here shall be
An immortality for men and time14 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 down14 lines - Dare I profane the wreath, and with blind aim
Snatch from the cunning gods who hold above14 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 stand14 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 stars13 lines - What dreams were mine to-night, O fond romance,
That came upon me like a summer sleep,14 lines - A poet in whose heart upsprung the life
And soul of passion, nursing with its fires14 lines - I know not how it is, but when I hear
The name of Wordsworth it is as a spell14 lines - Spirit that walkest on these waters, now
Unseen but ever heard, take thou the form14 lines - I lay amid the wreck of a rude time,
When men were rough as the huge beams they laid14 lines - 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 wood14 lines
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