Emotions and Feelings

While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.

While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.

His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.

In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened.

In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened.

Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?

Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.

And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.

Ah, where will I find Flowers, come winter, And where the sunshine And shade of the earth? Walls stand cold And speechless, in the wind The weathervanes creak. 1

In durance vile here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

Scots wha hae wi’ Wallace bled, Scots wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed Now’s the day, and now’s the hour; See the front o’ battle lour! See approach proud Edward’s power—

O Mary, at thy window be! It is the wish’d, the trysted hour.

Some hae meat and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it; But we hae meat, and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thankit.

The golden hours on angel wings Flew o’er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.

As Tammie glow’red, amazed, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.

Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi’ tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi’ usquebae, we’ll face the devil!

His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony; Tam lo’ed him like a vera brither— They had been fou for weeks thegither.

Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.

For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, 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!

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min’? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o’ auld lang syne?

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever. Had we never lov’d sae kindly, Had we never lov’d sae blindly, Never met—or never parted— We had ne’er been brokenhearted.

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae farewell and then forever!

Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe.