Poems by Robert Burns
454. Epistle from Esopus to Maria
... Whose spleen (een worse than Burns venom, when ...
A Red, Red Rose
... And I will love thee still, my dear, ...
Under The Pressure Of Violent Anguish
... Yet sure those ills that wring my soul ...
O, Were My Love Yon Lilac Fair
... Till fley'd awa by Phoebus' light! ...
Poor Mailie's Elegy
... A friend mair faithfu' ne'er cam nigh him, ...
164. Song-A Bottle and Friend
... Then catch the moments as they fly, ...
168. Boat Song-Hey, Ca’ Thro’
... Chorus.—Hey, ca’ thro’, ca’ thro’, ...
Wha Is That At My Bower-Door
... "Ye maun conceal till your last hour:" ...
A Dedication
... Learn three-mile pray'rs, an' half-mile graces, ...
A Fiddler In The North
... 'Twas Pibroch, Sang, Strathspeys, and Reels, ...
My Heart's In The Highlands
... My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ...
Green Grow The Rashes
... The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, ...
SongThe Winter it is Past
... Their little loves are blest, and their little hearts at rest,&emsp ...
Bonie Peggy Alison
... Ilk care and fear, when thou art near ...
On A Bank Of Flowers
... He gaz'd, he wish'd, He fear'd, he blush'd, ...
