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An old man sits in a high-backed chair
An thon were my ain thing
Another week has passed away
Anormus structnr! whar, I'd like to know
Arise and come wi' me, my love
Art thou weary, little Minnie?
As Dick and Tom in fierce dispute engage
As I walked by myself I said to myself
As Jenny sat down wi' her wheel by the fire
As lately a sage on fine bam was repasting
As lately returned from the Isles of the West
As Patie cam' up frae the glen
As the rose of the valley when dripping with dew
At a public school by chance there were two lads
At midnight, on my lonely beat
Auld Rob, the laird o' muckle land
Ay! ay! I thocht it wad come to this at the last
Ay, here such valorous deeds were done
Bard of our hearts, beheld again on earth!
Be kind to the old man, while strong in thy youth
Be kind to thy father, for when thou wast young
Be Thou, O God! by night and day
Beautiful are the waves that flow
Behind the Ochils' verdant range
Behold how in time all things come even
Behold my Servant. I see him rise
Behold this ruin! 'Twas a skull
Behold what witnesses unseen
Beneath the earth, in her lonely caves
Beneath a sleeping infant lies
Beneath this stone a mouldering virgin lies
Beside the river's blink
Bide your time! the morn is breaking
Blest hour of childhood! then, and then alone
Bold infidelity turn pale and dye
Borne on the mighty billows of the tide
Brave sons of the mountain, to battle away
Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn
Bring me flowers all young and sweet
Busy, curious, thirsty fly
By the shore a plot of ground
Can it be true? so fragrant and so fair
Careless and thoughtless all my life
Centuries have rolled on centuries, years on years
Child of the latter days! thy words have broken
"Child!" said the bard, "dost thou wander now
Chloe, a maid at fifty-five
Christian! seek not yet repose
Close by the borders of a fringèd lake