A gallery of famous English and American poets . the now, farewell,—Time unrevoked has runHis wonted course, yet what I wished is contemplations help, not sought in vain,I seem to have lived my childhood oer again :To have renewed the joys that once were mine,Without the sin of violating thine;And, while the wings of fancy still are free,And I can view this mimic show of thee,Time has but half succeeded in his theft,—Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left. A COMPARISON. The lapse of time and rivers is the same, Both speed their journey with a restless stream; The silent
A gallery of famous English and American poets . the now, farewell,—Time unrevoked has runHis wonted course, yet what I wished is contemplations help, not sought in vain,I seem to have lived my childhood oer again :To have renewed the joys that once were mine,Without the sin of violating thine;And, while the wings of fancy still are free,And I can view this mimic show of thee,Time has but half succeeded in his theft,—Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left. A COMPARISON. The lapse of time and rivers is the same, Both speed their journey with a restless stream; The silent pace, with which they steal away. No wealth can bribe, no prayers persuade to stay; Alike irrevocable both when past, And a wide ocean swallows both at last. Though each resemble each in every part, A difference strikes at length the musing heart: Streams never flow in vain; where streams abound, How laughs the land with various plenty crowned! But time, that should enrich the nobler mind, Neglected leaves a di-eary waste behind. 26 P\i)d(^^ HiM^^- j^^_ TAM 0 SHANTER. When chapman billies leave the sti-eet,And drouthy neebors neebors meet,As market-days are wearing late,An folk begin to talc the gate; 102 TAM 0 SHANTER. 103 While we sit bousing at the nappy,An gettin fou and unco happy,We think na on the lang Scots miles,The mosses, waters, slaps, and stiles,That lie between us and our hame,Whare sits our sulky sullen dame,Gathering her brows like gathering her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o Shanter,As he frae Ayr ae night did canter,(Auld Ayr, wham neer a town surpasses,For honest men and bonny lasses.) 0 Tam! hadst thou but been sae wise. As taen thy ain wife Kates advice! She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum, That :^ae November till October, Ae market-day thou wasna sober; That ilka melder, wi the miller. Thou sat as lang as thou had siller; That evry naig was cad a shoe on. The smit
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