Andrew Lang

(31 March 1844 - 20 July 1912 / Selkirk, Scotland)

Andrew Lang Poems

81. Ballades Iii - Of Blue China 1/1/2004
82. Ballade Of The Muse 4/20/2010
83. Ballade Of Cleopatra's Needle 4/20/2010
84. Ballade Against The Jesuits 4/20/2010
85. Ballade Of Roulette 4/20/2010
86. Ballade Of Dead Ladies 4/20/2010
87. Ballade Of Blind Love 4/20/2010
88. The Moon's Minion 4/20/2010
89. Ballade Of His Books 4/20/2010
90. Ballade Of The Royal Game Of Golf 4/20/2010
91. Ballade Of Queen Anne 4/20/2010
92. Ballades Ii - Of The Book-Hunter 4/20/2010
93. Romance 1/1/2004
94. Alison Gross 4/20/2010
95. Annan Water 4/20/2010
96. Ballade Of Sleep 4/20/2010
97. Ballades I - To Theocritus, In Winter 1/1/2004
98. Ballade Of Amoureuse 4/20/2010
99. Ballade Of The Dead Cities 4/20/2010
100. Ballade Of Autumn 4/20/2010
101. Ballade Of Aucassin 4/20/2010
102. A Scot To Jeanne D’arc 1/1/2004
103. Ballade Of The Bookworm 4/20/2010
104. Ballade Of The Midnight Forest 4/20/2010
105. The Odyssey 1/4/2003
106. A Highly Valuable Chain Of Thoughts 1/1/2004
107. Ballade Of The Dream 4/20/2010
108. Aesop 1/1/2004
109. Ballade Of Worldly Wealth 4/20/2010

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Ballade Of Worldly Wealth

Money taketh town and wall,
Fort and ramp without a blow;
Money moves the merchants all,
While the tides shall ebb and flow;
Money maketh Evil show
Like the Good, and Truth like lies:
These alone can ne'er bestow
Youth, and health, and Paradise.

Money maketh festival,
Wine she buys, and beds can strow;
Round the necks of captains tall,
Money wins them chains to throw,
Marches soldiers to and fro,
Gaineth ladies with sweet eyes:
These alone can ne'er bestow
Youth, and health, and Paradise.

Money wins the priest his stall;
Money mitres ...

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Romance

MY Love dwelt in a Northern land.
A gray tower in a forest green
Was hers, and far on either hand
The long wash of the waves was seen,
And leagues on leagues of yellow sand,
The woven forest boughs between!

And through the silver Northern night
The sunset slowly died away,

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