All Poems
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416. SongLogan Braes
© Robert Burns
O LOGAN, sweetly didst thou glide,
That day I was my Willies bride,
And years sin syne hae oer us run,
Like Logan to the simmer sun:
A Boy Of The Ghetto
© Margaret Widdemer
HE goes out with his Dreams
Through the dingy city square,
Purple- and silver-winged
They go with him everywhere.
298. Prologue spoken at the Theatre of Dumfries
© Robert Burns
For our sincere, tho haply weak endeavours,
With grateful pride we own your many favours;
And howsoeer our tongues may ill reveal it,
Believe our glowing bosoms truly feel it.
Lines Written By The Sea
© Frances Anne Kemble
If thou wert standing by yon tide,
And I were standing by thy side,
259. A New Psalm for the Chapel of Kilmarnock
© Robert Burns
O SING a new song to the Lord,
Make, all and every one,
A joyful noise, even for the King
His restoration.
A un homme partant pour la chasse
© Victor Marie Hugo
Oui, l'homme est responsable et rendra compte un jour.
Sur cette terre où l'ombre et l'aurore ont leur tour,
Sois l'intendant de Dieu, mais l'intendant honnête.
Tremble de tout abus de pouvoir sur la bête.
181. Reply to the Threat of a Censorious Critic
© Robert Burns
WITH Esops lion, Burns says: Sore I feel
Each others scorn, but damn that ass heel!
150. SongRattlin, Roarin Willie
© Robert Burns
AS 1 I cam by Crochallan,
I cannilie keekit ben;
Rattlin, roarin Willie
Was sittin at yon boord-en;
527. SongAddress to the Woodlark
© Robert Burns
O STAY, sweet warbling woodlark, stay,
Nor quit for me the trembling spray,
A hapless lover courts thy lay,
Thy soothing, fond complaining.
The Human Tree
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Many have Earth's lovers been,
Tried in seas and wars, I ween;
495. SongCanst thou leave me thus, my Katie
© Robert Burns
ChorusCanst thou leave me thus, my Katie?
Canst thou leave me thus, my Katie?
Well thou knowst my aching heart,
And canst thou leave me thus, for pity?
On The Number Three
© Thomas Parnell
Beauty rests not in one fix'd Place,
But seems to reign in every Face;
365. Lines on Fergusson, the Poet
© Robert Burns
ILL-FATED genius! Heaven-taught Fergusson!
What heart that feels and will not yield a tear,
To think Lifes sun did set eer well begun
To shed its influence on thy bright career.
448. SongYoung Jamie, pride of a the plain
© Robert Burns
YOUNG JAMIE, pride of a the plain,
Sae gallant and sae gay a swain,
Thro a our lasses he did rove,
And reignd resistless King of Love.
The Happy Warrior
© William Wordsworth
'Tis, finally, the man, who, lifted high,
Conspicuous object in a nation's eye,
255. Verses to Miss Cruickshank
© Robert Burns
BEAUTEOUS Rosebud, young and gay,
Blooming in thy early May,
Never mayst thou, lovely flower,
Chilly shrink in sleety shower!
223. SongThe Chevaliers Lament
© Robert Burns
THE SMALL birds rejoice in the green leaves returning,
The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro the vale;
The primroses blow in the dews of the morning,
And wild scatterd cowslips bedeck the green dale:
Ruines du coeur
© François Coppée
Mon coeur était jadis comme un palais romain,
Tout construit de granits choisis, de marbres rares.
Bientôt les passions, comme un flot de barbares,
L'envahirent, la hache ou la torche à la main.
