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,

‘The Spring again hath started on… Wherein she seeketh Summer thro’… I will arise and go upon my way. It may be that the leaves of Autu… His footsteps from me; it may be t…

I Had a dream-I lay upon thy brea… In that sweet place where we lay l… I thought the morning woodbine to… With playful shadows whipped away… And in my sleep I cried to thee,…

I do not say the day is long and w… For while thou art content to be a… Living in thee, oh Love, I live t… And reck not if mine own be sad an… I do not count its sorrows or its…

How shall I sing? the thing I cra… To say is speechless as a Lover’s… How shall I give to thee What even now is all so wholly thi… That but by losing thee in me

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

Return, return! all night my lamp… All night, like it, my wide eyes w… Like it, I fade and pale, when da… Bears witness that the absent can… Return, return.

There came to me softly a small wi… And it lifted a curl as it passed… But I sang sorrow and ho the heav… And I sang heigho and well-away! Again there came softly a small wi…

Keeping his word, the promised Ro… Enough of worded breath to live ti… Our Regulus was free of plighted… Or tacit debt: skies fell, seas le… Death yawned: with a mere step he…

While the thistle bears Spears, And the shamrock is green, And the English rose Blows,

Can I see thee stand On the looming land? Dost thou wave with thy white hand Farewell, farewell? I could think that thou art near,

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…

‘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,

Rain, rain, sweet warm rain, On the wood and on the plain! Rain, rain, warm and sweet, Summer wood lush leafy and loud, With note of a throat that ripples…

In the great Darkness of the Pass… Were oped, and many Saints which… So in this latter Darkness, which… Upon our noon. That Peace Divine… And blesses, and from the celestia…