'Death, whaur do ye bide, auld Death?'
'I bide in ilka breath,'
'No i' the pyramids,... more »
Still flowed the music, flowed the wine.
The youth in silence went;
Through naked streets, in cold moonshine,
His homeward way he bent,... more »
Within each living man there doth reside,
In some unrifled chamber of the heart,
A hidden treasure: wayward as thou art... more »
'O lat me in, my bonny lass!
It's a lang road ower the hill,
And the flauchterin snaw begud to fa'... more »
There is not any weed but hath its shower,
There is not any pool but hath its star;
And black and muddy though the waters are... more »
Out of thy door I run to do the thing
That calls upon me. Straight the wind of words
Whoops from mine ears the sounds of them that sing... more »
Look! look there!
Send your eyes across the gray
By my finger-point away
Through the vaporous, fumy air.... more »
'Thou wanderest in the land of dreams,
O man of many songs!
To thee what is, but looks and seems;
No realm to thee belongs!'... more »
She knelt, she bore a bold request,
Though shy to speak it out:
Ambition, even in mother's breast,
Before him stood in doubt.... more »
Be welcome, year! with corn and sickle come;
Make poor the body, but make rich the heart:
What man that bears his sheaves, gold-nodding, home,... more »
The brother knew well the castle old,
Every closet, each outlook fair,
Every turret and bartizan bold,
Every chamber, garnished or bare.... more »
When peevish flaws his soul have stirred
To fretful tears for crossed desires,
Obedient to his mother's word
My child to banishment retires.... more »
Speak, Prophet of the Lord! We may not start
To find thee with us in thine ancient dress,
Haggard and pale from some bleak wilderness,... more »
Doon cam the sunbeams, and up gaed the stour,
As we spangt ower the road at ten mile the hoor,
The horse wasna timmer, the cart wasna strae,... more »
My little boy, with smooth, fair cheeks,
And dreamy, large, brown eyes,
Not often, little wisehead, speaks,
But hearing, weighs and tries.... more »
The thousand streets of London gray
Repel all country sights;
But bar not winds upon their way,
Nor quench the scent of new-mown hay... more »
'Tis time to sleep, my little boy:
Why gaze thy bright eyes so?
At night our children, for new joy... more »
See how the storm of life ascends
Up through the shadow of the world!
Beyond our gaze the line extends,
Like wreaths of vapour tempest-hurled!... more »
Within my heart a worm had long been hid.
I knew it not when I went down and chid
Because some servants of my inner house... more »
What shall I be?-I will be a knight
Walled up in armour black,
With a sword of sharpness, a hammer of might.
And a spear that will not crack-... more »
Alas, 'tis cold and dark!
The wind all night hath sung a wintry tune!
Hail from black clouds that swallowed up the moon... more »
I envy the tree-tops that shake so high
In winds that fill them full of heavenly airs;
I envy every little cloud that shares... more »
'I do beseech thee, God, show me thy face.'
'Come up to me in Sinai on the morn!
Thou shall behold as much as may be borne.'... more »
Forth to his study the sculptor goes
In a mood of lofty mirth:
'Now shall the tongues of my carping foes
Confess what my art is worth!... more »
There cam a man to oor toon-en',
And a waesome carl was he,
Snipie-nebbit, and crookit-mou'd,
And gleyt o' a blinterin ee.... more »
When things are holding wonted pace
In wonted paths, without a trace
Or hint of neighbouring wonder,
Sometimes, from other realms, a tone,... more »
From out a windy cleft there comes a gaze
Of eyes unearthly, which go to and fro
Upon the people's tumult, for below... more »
Forth from the city, with the load
That makes the trampling low,
They walk along the dreary road
That dust and ashes go.... more »
Here much and little shift and change,
With scale of need and time;... more »
'Grant, Lord, her prayer, and let her go;
She crieth after us.'
Nay, to the dogs ye cast it so;
Serve not a woman thus.... more »
When the cock crows loud from the glen,
And the moor-cock chirrs from the heather,
What hear ye and see ye then,
Ye children of air and ether?... more »
O Lord, my God, how long
Shall my poor heart pant for a boundless joy?
How long, O mighty Spirit, shall I hear
The murmur of Truth's crystal waters slide
From the deep caverns of their endless being,
But my lips taste not, and the grosser air
Choke each pure inspiration of thy will?
I am a denseness 'twixt me and the light;
1 cannot round myself; my purest thought,
Ere it is thought, hath caught the taint of earth,
And mocked me with hard thoughts beyond my will.
I would be a wind
Whose smallest atom is a viewless wing,
All busy with the pulsing ...
Who know thee, love: thy life be such
That, ere the year be o'er,
Each one who loves thee now so much,
Even God, may love thee more!