Dear, Sir, at ony time or tide, I'd rather sit wi' you than ride, Though 'twere wi' royal Geordie: And trowth, your kindness, soon and late, Aft gars me to mysel' look blate -- The Lord in Heav'n reward ye! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PARADOX by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONG FOR THE FIRST OF THE MONTH by DOROTHY PARKER GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: HOME TO FARGO by KAREN SWENSON TO HIS WIFE ON THE 16TH ANNIVERSARY OF HER WEDDING DAY, WITH A RING by SAMUEL BISHOP LOST BUT FOUND by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A GHOST by ALTER BRODY THE RING AND THE BOOK: BOOK 3. THE OTHER HALF-ROME by ROBERT BROWNING |