JOHN ANDERSON
OHN Anderson my jo, John, when we were first acquent your locks were like the raven, your bonnie brow was brent; but now your brow is bald, John, your locks are like the snow; but blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo.
John Anderson my jo, John, we clamb the hill thegither, and monie a cantie day, John, we've had wi' ane anither; now we maun totter down, John, but hand in hand we'll go, and sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
HEE Winter in the garland wears that thinly decks his few grey hairs; Spring parts the clouds with softest airs, that she may sun thee;
whole Summer-fields are thine by right; and Autumn, melancholy Wight! doth in thy crimson head delight when rains are on thee.
Be violets in their secret mews
the flowers the wanton Zephyrs choose; proud be the rose, with rains and dews her head impearling;
thou liv'st with less ambitious aim, yet hast not gone without thy fame; thou art indeed by many a claim the Poet's darling.
212 If to a rock from rains he fly, or, some bright day of April sky, imprisoned by hot sunshine lie
near the green holly,
and wearily at length should fare; he needs but look about, and there thou art!-a friend at hand, to scare his melancholy.
Child of the year! that round dost run thy pleasant course,-when day's begun as ready to salute the sun
thy long-lost praise thou shalt regain; nor be less dear to future men than in old time;-thou not in vain art Nature's favourite.
OU see this gentle stream that glides, shov'd on by quick succeeding tides:
try if this sober stream you can
follow to the wilder ocean:
and see, if there it keeps unspent
in that congesting element:
next, from that world of waters, then
by pores and caverns back again
induc'd that inadulterate same
stream to the spring from whence it came: this with a wonder when ye do,
as easy, and else easier too,
then may ye recollect the grains of my particular remains; after a thousand lustres hurl'd, by ruffling winds, about the world.
"OIL on! toil on! ye ephemeral train,
who build in the tossing and treacherous main ;
toil on,-for the wisdom of man ye mock,
with your sand-based structures and domes of rock;
your columns the fathomless fountains lave,
and your arches spring up through the crested wave; you're a puny race, thus to boldly rear
a fabric so vast in a realm so drear.
But why do ye plant 'neath the billows dark the wrecking reef for the gallant bark?
there are snares enough on the tented field; 'mid the blossomed sweets that the valleys yield; there are serpents to coil ere the flowers are up; there's a poison-drop in man's purest cup; there are foes that watch for his cradle breath, and why need ye sow the floods with death?
HIS little vault, this narrow room, of love and beauty is the tomb: the dawning beam, that 'gan to clear our clouded sky, lies darkened here; for ever set to us by death,
sent to enflame the world beneath. 'Twas but a bud, yet did contain more sweetness than shall spring again, a budding star that might have grown into a sun, when it had blown. This hopeful beauty did create new life in love's declining state; but now his empire ends, and we from fire and wounding darts are free; his brand, his bow, let no man fear; the flames, the arrows all lie here.
EXTREME OF LOVE OR HATE IVE me more love or more disdain; the torrid or the frozen zone bring equal ease unto my pain, the temperate affords me none; either extreme of love or hate is sweeter than a calm estate. Give me a storm;-if it be love, like Danäe in that golden shower, I swim in pleasure; if it prove
disdain-that torrent will devour my vulture hopes, and he's possessed of heaven, that's but from hell released; then crown my joys or cure my pain; give me more love or more disdain.
[ARK how, a thousand streams in one, one in a thousand, on they fare, now flashing to the sun,
now still as beast in lair.
How round the rock, now mounting o'er, in lawless dance they win their way, still seeming more and more
to swell as we survey.
They win their way, and find their rest together in their ocean home,
from East and weary West,
from North and South they come.
They rush and roar, they whirl and leap, not wilder drives the wintry storm: yet a strong law they keep,
strange powers their course inform.
'OME, little infant, love me now,
while thine unsuspected years
clear thine aged father's brow from cold jealousy and fears.
Pretty surely 'twere to see
by young Love old Time beguiled, while our sportings are as free
as the nurse's with the child
Now then love me: time may take thee before thy time away;
of this need we'll virtue make, and learn love before we may.
So we win of doubtful fate, and, if good to us she meant, we that good shall antedate, or, if ill, that ill prevent.
THE MEANS TO ATTAIN HAPPY LIFE
ARTIAL, the things that do attain the happy life, be these I find: the riches left, not got with pain; the fruitful ground, the quiet mind:
the equal friend, no grudge, no strife; no charge of rule, nor governance; without disease, the healthful life; the household of continuance:
the mean diet, no delicate fare; true wisdom joined with simpleness; the night discharged of all care; where wine the wit may not oppress:
the faithful wife, without debate; such sleeps as may beguile the night; contented with thine own estate, ne wish for death, ne fear his might.
'mang the birks o' Stanley-shaw the mavis sings fu' cheerie O. towering o'er the Newton woods, laverocks fan the snaw-white clouds; siller saughs, wi' downie buds, adorn the banks sae brierie O.
Round the sylvan fairy nooks, feathery breckans fringe the rocks, 'neath the brae the burnie jouks,
and ilka thing is cheerie O. Trees may bud, and birds may sing, flowers may bloom, and verdure spring, joy to me they canna bring,
unless wi' thee, my dearie O.
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