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...WILL ye go to the Indies, my Mary,
 And leave auld Scotia’s shore?
Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary,
 Across th’ Atlantic roar?


O sweet grows the lime and the orange,
 And the apple on the pine;
But a’ the charms o’ the Indies
 Can never equal thine.


I hae sworn by the Heavens to my Mary,
 I hae sworn by the Heavens to be true;
And sae may the Heavens forget me,
 When I ...Read more of this...

...A’ YE wha live by sowps o’ drink,
A’ ye wha live by crambo-clink,
A’ ye wha live and never think,
 Come, mourn wi’ me!
Our billie ’s gien us a’ a jink,
 An’ owre the sea!


Lament him a’ ye rantin core,
Wha dearly like a random splore;
Nae mair he’ll join the merry roar;
 In social key;
For now he’s taen anither shore.
 An’ owre the sea!


The bonie lasses...Read more of this...

...ads a clearin
 In fair play yet.


My loss I mourn, but not repent it;
I’ll seek my pursie whare I tint it;
Ance to the Indies I were wonted,
 Some cantraip hour
By some sweet elf I’ll yet be dinted;
 Then vive l’amour!


Faites mes baissemains respectueuses,
To sentimental sister Susie,
And honest Lucky; no to roose you,
 Ye may be proud,
That sic a couple Fate allows ye,
 To grace your blood.


Nae mair at present can I measure,
An’ trowth my rhymin ware’s nae treasure;
But...Read more of this...

...wealth
A Universe beside --

Potosi never to be spent
But hoarded in the mind
What Misers wring their hands tonight
For Indies in the Ground!...Read more of this...

...unk, their wealth the sea doth fill-- 
The only place where it can cause no ill. 

Ah, would those treasures which both Indies have, 
Were buried in as large, and deep a grave, 
Wars' chief support with them would buried be, 
And the land owe her peace unto the sea. 
Ages to come your conquering arms will bless, 
There they destroy what had destroyed their peace. 
And in one war the present age may boast 
The certain seeds of many wars are lost. 

All the foe's ships destroye...Read more of this...

...e been to war,
The vicious mouth has chewed the vine.

The patient crab beneath the shirt
Has charmed such interests as Indies meant.

For I have walked within and seen each sea,
The fish that flies, the broken burning bird,

Born again, beginning again, my breast!
Purple with persons like a tragic play.

For I have flown the cloud and fallen down,
Plucked Venus, sneering at her moan.

I took the train that takes away remorse;
I cast down every king like Socrates.

I knocked ...Read more of this...

...) a competency give, 
Neither in Luxury, or Want we'd live. 
But what is that, which these Enough do call? 
If both the Indies unto some should fall, 
Such Wealth would yet Enough but onely be, 
And what they'd term not Want, or Luxury. 
 Among the Suits, O Jove, my humbler take; 
 A little give, I that Enough will make....Read more of this...

...In the tents of Akbar
Are dole and grief to-day,
For the flower of all the Indies
Has gone the silent way.
In the tents of Akbar
Are emptiness and gloom,
And where the dancers gather,
The silence of the tomb.
Across the yellow desert,
Across the burning sands,
Old Akbar wanders madly,
And wrings his fevered hands.
And ever makes his moaning
To the unanswering sky,
For Sutna, lovely Sutna,
Who was so fair to die.
For S...Read more of this...

...ith Hecatompus a fish with an hundred feet. 

Let Beacon, house of Beacon rejoice with Amadavad a fine bird in the East Indies. 

Let Blomer, house of Blomer rejoice with Halimus a Shrub to hedge with. Lord have mercy upon poor labourers this bitter frost Deer 29 N.S. 1762. 

Let Merrick, house of Merrick rejoice with Lageus a kind of Grape. God all-sufficient bless and forward the Psalmist in the Lord Jesus. 

Let Appleby, house of Appleby rejoice with Laburnum a shrub whose...Read more of this...

...us, children, to-day, 
Wheel and keep roaring and foaming for ever 
Long after all of the boys are away. 

Home for the Indies and home from the ocean, 
Heroes and soldiers we all will come home; 
Still we shall find the old mill wheel in motion, 
Turning and churning that river to foam. 

You with the bean that I gave when we quarrelled, 
I with your marble of Saturday last, 
Honoured and old and all gaily apparelled, 
Here we shall meet and remember the past....Read more of this...

...ons sunk, their wealth the Sea does fill,
The only place where it can cause no ill,
Ah would those Treasures which both Indies have,
Were buryed in as large, and deep a grave,
Wars chief support with them would buried be,
And the Land owe her peace unto the Sea.
Ages to come, your conquering Arms will bless,
There they destroy, what had destroy'd their Peace.
And in one War the present age may boast,
The certain seeds of many Wars are lost,
All the Foes Ships destroy'd, by Se...Read more of this...

...se tales imperishably stored
In little Grecian urns, freightage more rich
Than any gaudy galleon of Spain
Bare from the Indies ever! these at least bring back again,

For well I know they are not dead at all,
The ancient Gods of Grecian poesy:
They are asleep, and when they hear thee call
Will wake and think 't is very Thessaly,
This Thames the Daulian waters, this cool glade
The yellow-irised mead where once young Itys laughed and played.

If it was thou dear jasmine-cradled...Read more of this...

...Oh, the gems on tables, walls, and floor--
Rare first editions, etchings, and old crockery galore.
Why, talk about the Indies and the wealth of Orient things--
They couldn't hold a candle to these quaint and sumptuous things;
In such profusion, too--Ah me! how dearly I recall
How I have sat and watched 'em and wished I had 'em all.

Now, Mr. Stoddard's study is on the second floor,
A wee blind dog barks at me as I enter through the door;
The Cerberus would fain begrudge what...Read more of this...

...ck Ward Liner lies,
With her wheezy donkey-engines taking cargo and supplies;
She will clear the Hook to-morrow for the Indies of the West,
For the lovely white girl city in the Islands of the Blest.

She'll front the riding winter on the gray Atlantic seas,
And thunder through the surf-heads till her funnels crust and freeze;
She'll grapple the Southeaster, the Thing without a Mind,
Till she drops him, mad and monstrous, with the light ship far behind.

Then out into a morni...Read more of this...

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