All Poems
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246. SongRobin Shure in Hairst
© Robert Burns
HIS face with smile eternal drest,
Just like the Landlords to his Guests,
High as they hang with creaking din,
To index out the Country Inn.
War Heel!
© William Henry Ogilvie
Thrusters are steadying; hounds at a loss,
Checked at the stile leading into the lane,
160. Epigram at RoslinInn
© Robert Burns
MY blessings on ye, honest wife!
I neer was here before;
Yeve wealth o gear for spoon and knife
Heart could not wish for more.
The Pet Coon
© James Whitcomb Riley
Noey Bixler ketched him, and fetched him in to me
When he's ist a little teenty-weenty baby-coon
453. Epitaph for Mr. Walter Riddell
© Robert Burns
SIC a reptile was Wat, sic a miscreant slave,
That the worms evn dd him when laid in his grave;
In his flesh theres a famine, a starved reptile cries,
And his heart is rank poison! another replies.
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 07
© Torquato Tasso
LXXXVI
"But if our sins us of his help deprive,
436. SongDeluded swain, the pleasure
© Robert Burns
DELUDED swain, the pleasure
The fickle Fair can give thee,
Is but a fairy treasure,
Thy hopes will soon deceive thee:
A Front Row Seat To Hear Ole Johnny Sing
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Now you know some fellahs, they want fame and fortune
Yeah, and other fellahs they just wanna swing
But all I wanted all my life
Was a TV set and a truck and a wife
And a front row seat to hear ole Johnny sing.
402. SongMeg o the Mill (Another Version)
© Robert Burns
O KEN ye what Meg o the Mill has gotten,
An ken ye what Meg o the Mill has gotten?
A braw new naig wi the tail o a rottan,
And thats what Meg o the Mill has gotten.
When Poor In All But Hope And Love
© Caroline Norton
WHEN, poor in all but hope and love,
I clasped thee to my faithful heart;
312. Elegy on the late Miss Burnet of Monboddo
© Robert Burns
LIFE neer exulted in so rich a prize,
As Burnet, lovely from her native skies;
Nor envious death so triumphd in a blow,
As that which laid th accomplishd Burnet low.
120. Epitaph for Gavin Hamilton, Esq.
© Robert Burns
THE POOR man weepshere Gavin sleeps,
Whom canting wretches blamd;
But with such as he, whereer he be,
May I be savd or dd!
456. Epitaph on Captain Lascelles
© Robert Burns
WHEN Lascelles thought fit from this world to depart,
Some friends warmly thought of embalming his heart;
A bystander whispersPray dont make so much ot,
The subject is poison, no reptile will touch it.
429. SongCome let me take thee to my breast
© Robert Burns
COME, let me take thee to my breast,
And pledge we neer shall sunder;
And I shall spurn as vilest dust
The worlds wealth and grandeur:
329. Verses on the destruction of the Woods near Drumlanrig
© Robert Burns
AS on the banks o wandering Nith,
Ae smiling simmer morn I strayd,
And traced its bonie howes and haughs,
Where linties sang and lammies playd,
My Napoleon
© Victor Marie Hugo
Above all others, everywhere I see
His image cold or burning;
My brain it thrills, and many time sets free
The thoughts within me yearning.
515. SongO let me in this ae night
© Robert Burns
O LASSIE, are ye sleepin yet,
Or are ye waukin, I wad wit?
For Love has bound me hand an fit,
And I would fain be in, jo.
343. Address to the shade of Thomson
© Robert Burns
WHILE virgin Spring by Edens flood,
Unfolds her tender mantle green,
Or pranks the sod in frolic mood,
Or tunes Eolian strains between.
452. Epigram pinned to Mrs. Riddells carriage
© Robert Burns
IF you rattle along like your Mistress tongue,
Your speed will outrival the dart;
But a fly for your load, youll break down on the road,
If your stuff be as rottens her heart.
