Without Life’s toil to win Life’s… What was thy mystery, oh, early D… The careless world but counted thy… Among the multifarious heads that… And sink, forgot. For thee, no wa…

At last the curse has run its date… The heavens grow clear above, And on the purple plains of Hate, We’ll build the throne of Love! One great heroic reign divine

By Temèsvar I hear the clarions c… The year dies. Let it die. It liv… Gun booms to gun along the looming… Another year advances o’er the pla… The Despot hails it from his bann…

Doctor. Ah! thou, too, Sad Alighieri, like a waning moon Setting in storm behind a grove of… Balder. Yes, the great Florentin… And thrust it into hell, and drew…

Oh Ladye fair, oh Ladye fair and… Where’er thou be, Canst thou divine The Love that hungers thus in me? The secret cell where lone I lie…

The butter an’ the cheese weel sto… I sit on the hen-coop the eggs on… The lang kail jigs as we jog owre… The gray mare’s tail it wags wi’ t… The warm simmer sky is blue aboon…

FIRST came the primrose, On the bank high, Like a maiden looking forth From the window of a tower When the battle rolls below,

‘Tumble and rumble, and grumble an… Like a whale to starboard, a whale… Tumble and rumble, and grumble and… And the steamer steams thro’ the s… ‘I see the ship on the sea, love,

What if the Turk be foul or fair?… That the sublime Samaritan of old Withheld his hand till the bruised… His creed? Your neighbour’s roof… Yet if he burns shall not the flam…

YOU may give over plough, boys, You may take the gear to the stead… All the sweat o’ your brow, boys, Will never get beer and bread. The seed’s waste, I know, boys,

Lord Jesus, as a little child, Upon some high ascension day When a great people goes to pay Allegiance, and the tumult wild Roars by its thousand streets, and…

Pile the pyre, light the fire-ther… You have fire enough and to spare… Burn the old year-it is dead, and… There is something under the sun t… I cannot bear this sadness under t…

Do not mind my crying, Papa, I am… Do not mind my shaking, Papa, I a… Tho’ the wild wild wind is bideous… And I see the snow and the rain. When will you come back again,

A’the toun is to the doun Puin’ o’ the blaeberrie. Ab’s gane, Rab’s gane, Aggie’s gane, Maggie’s gane, A’ the toun is to the doun,

In a great house by the wide Sea… And down slow fleets and waves tha… Looked back to the first keels of… I saw the Ark, what time the shor… Began to rock to rising Ararat;