John Anderson, my jo, John Lament in rhyme, lament in prose Lassie wi' the lint-white locks Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen Lavinia is polite, but not profane Let Observation, with extensive view Life is a jest, and all things show it Lords, knights, and squires, the num'rous band Love in fantastic triumph sate Lovely, lasting peace of mind Love still has something of the sea Lo, where the rosy-bosomed Hours Lo where the stripling, rapt in wonder, roves Mindful of disaster past My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie My loved, my honoured, much respected friend Narcissus the Tartarian club disclaims No, no, poor suff'ring heart, no change endeavour 365 225 78 318 77 361 264 12 155 314 220 385 363 220 15 206 209 63 109 267 237 307 392 380 3 394 318 394 322 368 352 382 383 198 204 162 387 64 67 9 144 7 231 295 262 367 353 197 50 The boddynge flourettes bloshes atte the lyghte The daughters of the seraphim led round their sunny flocks The diligence of trades, and noiseful gain The door of Death is made of gold The feathered songster chaunticleer Upon a simmer Sunday morn Uprose the King of Men with speed To all you ladies now at land To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Toll for the brave To me, whom in their lays the shepherds call Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune. To see a world in a grain of sand. Turn to the watery world! But who to thee 'T was at the royal feast for Persia won T was in that place o' Scotland's isle 'T was on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean T was on a lofty vase's side T was when the seas were roaring Twelve days were past, and now the dawning light When Cromwell fought for pow'r, and while he reigned While some affect the sun, and some the shade Whom passed we musing near the woodman's shed With horns and hounds I waken the day Ye banks and braes and streams around 179 166 70 113 265 320 386 319 403 401 72 310 303 203 214 39 159 10 393 199 4 213 313 257 255 397 405 53 346 387 237 158 109 339 253 360 358 51 89 369 I 311 222 201 417 61 317 379 232 |