But pleasures are like poppies spread- You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river- A moment white-then melts forever.

Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.

Nae man can tether time or tide.

His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony: Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither- They had been fou for weeks thegither.

Each minute bursts in the burning room, The great globe reels in the solar fire, Spinning the trivial and unique away. (How all things flash! How all things fl…

Sweet April-time - O cruel April-time! Year after year returning, with a brow Of promise, and red lips with longing paled, And backward-hidden hands that clutc…

Everything has an ending: there will be An ending one sad day for you and me, And ending of the days we had together, The good companionship, all kinds of weat…