Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EPISTLE TO JOHN WILLIAMSON, by JOHN BRECKENRIDGE First Line: My worthy freen', an' social sowl Last Line: An' mak's us blythe till the mornin'! Subject(s): Friendship | ||||||||
My worthy freen', an' social sowl, As ever sat before a bowl, Wi' you I'd sit an' never growl, Till the sun blinks through in the mornin'! Your blythesome face I like to see, Ye're aye sae fu' o' social glee, It's I could sit an' crack wi' thee Till the wee sma' hours o' the mornin'! Nae cankert wife oor peace annoys, Nae argument oor mirth destroys, True freen'ship sweetens a' oor joys, An' mak's us blythe till the mornin'! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOU & I BELONG IN THIS KITCHEN by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JASON THE REAL by TONY HOAGLAND NO RESURRECTION by ROBINSON JEFFERS CHAMBER MUSIC: 17 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 18 by JAMES JOYCE THE STONE TABLE by GALWAY KINNELL ALMSWOMAN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO AN ENEMY by MAXWELL BODENHEIM SONNET: 10. TO A FRIEND by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES THE HUMOURS O' GLESKA FAIR by JOHN BRECKENRIDGE |
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