3) Robert Burns - Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp, And surely I'll be mine! And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine; But we've wandered mony a weary fit Sin' auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae paidled i' the burn, Frae morning sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roared Sin' auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. And there's a hand, my trusty fiere, And gie's a hand o' thine! And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught For auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.

4) William Blake – The Tyger

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,

In the forests of the night;

What immortal hand or eye,

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? what dread grasp,

Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears

And water'd heaven with their tears:

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,

In the forests of the night:

What immortal hand or eye,

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

5. William Wordsworth - Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud   That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd,   A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine   And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line   Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they   Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay,   In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie   In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye   Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.

6.George Byron - Song For The Luddites

1. As the Liberty lads o'er the sea Bought their freedom, and cheaply, with blood, So we, boys, we Will die fighting, or live free, And down with all kings but King Ludd! 2. When the web that we weave is complete, And the shuttle exchanged for the sword, We will fling the winding sheet O'er the despot at our feet, And dye it deep in the gore he has poured. 3. Though black as his heart its hue, Since his veins are corrupted to mud, Yet this is the dew Which the tree shall renew Of Liberty, planted by Ludd!

7. Shelley, Percy Bysshe - THE MASQUE OF ANARCHY.

I. As I lay asleep in Italy, There came a voice from over the sea, And with great power it forth led me To walk in the visions of Poesy. II. I met Murder on the way-- He had a mask like Castlereagh-- Very smooth he look'd yet grim; Seven bloodhounds followed him: III. All were fat; and well they might Be in admirable plight, For one by one, and two by two, He tossed them humanhearts to chew, Which from his wide cloak he drew. IV. Next came Fraud, and he had on, Like Lord E--, an ermined gown; His big tears, for he wept well, Turned to mill-stones as they fell; V. And the little children, who Round his feet played to and fro, Thinking every tear a gem, Had their brains knockedout by, them.