The Snowy-breasted Pearl - George Petrie

There's a colleen fair as May,
For a year and for a day
I've sought by every way her heart to gain.
There's no art of tongue or eye
Fond youths with maidens try
But I've tried with ceaseless sigh, yet tried in vain.

A Grave in Samoa - John Macfarlane

     The wild birds strangely call,
And silent dawns and purple eves are here,
Where Southern stars upon his grave look down,
     Calm-eyed and wondrous clear!

The Wind - Robert Louis Stevenson

I saw you toss the kites on high 

And blow the birds about the sky; 

And all around I heard you pass, 

Like ladies' skirts across the grass — 

     O wind, a-blowing all day long, 

     O wind, that sings so loud a song!

The Master’s Touch - Horatius Bonar

In the still air the music lies unheard;
In the rough marble beauty hides unseen:
To make the music and the beauty, needs
The master’s touch, the sculptor’s chisel keen.

Such, Such is Death - Charles Hamilton Sorley

Such, such is Death: no triumph: no defeat:
Only an empty pail, a slate rubbed clean,
A merciful putting away of what has been.

Fair Girls and Gray horses - Will H. Ogilvie

Fair Girls and Gray horses! A toast for you 

Who never went wide of a fence or a kiss: 

While horses are horses and eyes are blue 

There is never a toast in the world like this!

To A Mountain Daisy - Robert Burns

Wee, modest crimson-tipped flow'r, 

Thou's met me in an evil hour; 

For I maun crush amang the stoure 

Thy slender stem: 

To spare thee now is past my pow'r, 

Thou bonie gem. 

A plea - Jeanie Donnan

Rouse ye, my men, are ye sleeping or waking? 

The Motherland calls you — but calls you in vain; 

Hark to the sob from a proud heart that's breaking, 

That still you can sleep while she writhes in her pain. 

Romance - Robert Louis Stevenson

I will make you brooches and toys for your delight

Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.

I will make a palace fit for you and me,

Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.

The Proloug of the first Buik of Eneados - Gavin Douglas

Laude, honor, prasingis, thankis infynite

To the, and thi dulce ornate fresch endite,

Mast reverend Virgill, of Latyne poetis prince,

The Executioner of John the Baptist - Dubhghall Albanach mac mhic Cathail

Askelon, the royal seat,

In which the great deed was done;

There, not lasting was the fame,

John the noble was slain.

Fair Ladies are Delicate Things - Dugald Buchanan

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Fair Ladies are Delicate Things

The Pleasure and Joy of Man’s Life

Companions for Nobles & Kings

And who would not have a Good Wife¹

Cha Till Maccruimein (Departure of the 4th Camerons) - Ewart Alan Mackintosh

The pipes in the streets were playing bravely,

⁠The marching lads went by,

With merry hearts and voices singing

⁠My friends marched out to die;

Today - Thomas Carlyle

So here hath been dawning

Another blue Day:

Think wilt thou let it

Slip useless away.

What a time the great sea - Anonymous (South Uist)

What a time the great sea

Was a grey mossy wood

I was a joyous little maiden

O Domine Deus - Mary, Queen of Scots

Lord and my Saviour

My hope is in thee; 

To the City of London - William Dunbar

London, thou art of townes A per se.

    Soveraign of cities, semeliest in sight,

Of high renoun, riches, and royaltie;

To the Memory of Sydney Dobell - John Stuart Blackie

And thou, too, gone! one more bright soul away

  To swell the mighty sleepers ’neath the sod;

Youth and Love: I - Robert Louis Stevenson

Once only by the garden gate

   Our lips we joined and parted.

I must fulfil an empty fate

   And travel the uncharted.

Peggy - Allan Ramsay

My Peggy is a young thing,

      Just enter'd in her teens,

Fair as the day, and sweet as May

Fair as the day, and always gay.