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487. The Lovers Morning Salute to his Mistress
© Robert Burns
SLEEPST thou, or wakst thou, fairest creature?
Rosy morn now lifts his eye,
Numbering ilka bud which Nature
Waters wi the tears o joy.
58. Epitaph on Holy Willie
© Robert Burns
HERE Holy Willies sair worn clay
Taks up its last abode;
His saul has taen some other way,
I fear, the left-hand road.
360. SongAe fond Kiss
© Robert Burns
AE fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears Ill pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans Ill wage thee.
144. A Winter Night
© Robert Burns
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour,
Sharp shivers thro the leafless bowr;
When Phoebus gies a short-livd glowr,
Far south the lift,
107. Versified Reply to an Invitation
© Robert Burns
SIR,Yours this moment I unseal,
And faith Im gay and hearty!
To tell the truth and shame the deil,
I am as fou as Bartie:
99. To a Louse
© Robert Burns
O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae mony a blunder free us,
An foolish notion:
What airs in dress an gait wad leae us,
An evn devotion!
92. Suppressed Stanzas of The Vision
© Robert Burns
The owner of a pleasant spot,
Near and sandy wilds, I last did note; 14
A heart too warm, a pulse too hot
At times, oerran:
But large in evry feature wrote,
Appeard the Man.
16. A Prayer under the Pressure of Violent Anguish
© Robert Burns
O THOU Great Being! what Thou art,
Surpasses me to know;
Yet sure I am, that known to Thee
Are all Thy works below.
2. SongO Tibbie, I hae seen the day
© Robert Burns
Chor.O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,
Ye wadna been sae shy;
For laik o gear ye lightly me,
But, trowth, I care na by.
97. To John Kennedy, Dumfries House
© Robert Burns
But if, as Im informèd weel,
Ye hate as ills the very deil
The flinty heart that canna feel
Come, sir, heres to you!
Hae, theres my haun, I wiss you weel,
An gude be wi you.ROBT. BURNESS.MOSSGIEL, 3rd March, 1786.
48. Epitaph on a Henpecked Squire
© Robert Burns
AS father Adam first was foold,
(A case thats still too common,)
Here lies man a woman ruled,
The devil ruled the woman.
505. Epitaph for Mr. Gabriel Richardson, Brewer
© Robert Burns
HERE Brewer Gabriels fires extinct,
And empty all his barrels:
Hes blestif, as he brewd, he drink,
In upright, honest morals.
103. To Ruin
© Robert Burns
ALL hail! inexorable lord!
At whose destruction-breathing word,
The mightiest empires fall!
Thy cruel, woe-delighted train,
406. Lines Inscribed in a Ladys Pocket Almanack
© Robert Burns
GRANT me, indulgent Heaven, that I may live,
To see the miscreants feel the pains they give;
Deal Freedoms sacred treasures free as air,
Till Slave and Despot be but things that were.
284. SongCa the Yowes to the Knowes (older set)
© Robert Burns
Chorus.Ca the yowes to the knowes,
Ca them where the heather grows,
Ca them where the burnie rowes,
My bonie dearie
451. Epitaph on the same
© Robert Burns
HERE lies, now a prey to insulting neglect,
What once was a butterfly, gay in lifes beam:
Want only of wisdom denied her respect,
Want only of goodness denied her esteem.
337. SongFragmentAltho he has left me
© Robert Burns
ALTHO he has left me for greed o the siller,
I dinna envy him the gains he can win;
I rather wad bear a the lade o my sorrow,
Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him.
250. SongShes Fair and Fause
© Robert Burns
SHES fair and fause that causes my smart,
I loed her meikle and lang;
Shes broken her vow, shes broken my heart,
And I may een gae hang.
50. Another on the said Occasion
© Robert Burns
ONE Queen Artemisia, as old stories tell,
When deprived of her husband she loved so well,
In respect for the love and affection he showd her,
She reducd him to dust and she drank up the powder.
169. Address to Wm. Tytler, Esq., of Woodhouselee
© Robert Burns
REVERED defender of beauteous Stuart,
Of Stuart, a name once respected;
A name, which to love was the mark of a true heart,
But now tis despisd and neglected.
