Andrew Lang

(31 March 1844 - 20 July 1912 / Selkirk, Scotland)

Andrew Lang Poems

1. Willie's Ladye 4/20/2010
2. Young Bicham 4/20/2010
3. Waly, Waly 4/20/2010
4. Woman And The Weed 4/20/2010
5. Villion's Ballade Of Good Counsel, To His Friends Of Evil Life 4/20/2010
6. Partant Pour La Scribie 4/20/2010
7. Sir Hugh; Or The Jew's Daughter 4/20/2010
8. Edward, Edward 4/20/2010
9. Traditionary Version 4/20/2010
10. Valentine In Form Of Ballade 4/20/2010
11. Jamie Telfer 4/20/2010
12. In Ithaca 4/20/2010
13. Robin Hood And The Monk 4/20/2010
14. Natural Theology 4/20/2010
15. Johnie Faa 4/20/2010
16. Les Roses De Sâdi 1/1/2004
17. Kinmont Willie 4/20/2010
18. Love Gregor; Or, The Lass Of Lochroyan 4/20/2010
19. Robin Hood And The Potter 4/20/2010
20. Sir Roland 4/20/2010
21. The Dowie Dens Of Yarrow 4/20/2010
22. The Heir Of Lynne 4/20/2010
23. Rose The Red And White Lily 4/20/2010
24. May Colven 4/20/2010
25. Homer 4/20/2010
26. Melville And Coghill - The Place Of The Little Hand 1/1/2004
27. The Bonnie Earl Moray 4/20/2010
28. Lord Thomas And Fair Annet 4/20/2010
29. The Broomfield Hill 4/20/2010
30. Spring 4/20/2010
31. The Laird Of Waristoun 4/20/2010
32. The Fairy's Gift 4/20/2010
33. Villanelle 4/20/2010
34. Benedetta Ramus 4/20/2010
35. San Terenzo 1/1/2004
36. Rob Roy 4/20/2010
37. Mary Ambree 4/20/2010
38. Gordon Of Brackley 4/20/2010
39. The Battle Of Harlaw--Evergreen Version 4/20/2010
40. Robin Hood And The Butcher 4/20/2010
Best Poem of Andrew Lang

Aesop

HE sat among the woods; he heard
The sylvan merriment; he saw
The pranks of butterfly and bird,
The humors of the ape, the daw.

And in the lion or the frog,—
In all the life of moor and fen,—
In ass and peacock, stork and dog,
He read similitudes of men.

“Of these, from those,” he cried, “we come,
Our hearts, our brains descend from these.”
And, lo! the Beasts no more were dumb,
But answered out of brakes and trees:

“Not ours,” they cried; “Degenerate,
If ours at all,” they cried again,
“Ye fools, who ...

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On Calais Sands

ON Calais Sands the gray began,
Then rosy red above they gray;
The morn with many a scarlet van
Leaped, and the world was glad with May!
The little waves along the bay
Broke white upon the shelving strands;
The sea-mews flitted white as they
On Calais Sands!

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