All Poems

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385. Song—Auld Rob Morris

© Robert Burns

THERE’S Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen,
He’s the King o’ gude fellows, and wale o’ auld men;
He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine,
And ae bonie lass, his dautie and mine.

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Let Us Go

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

Let us go hence, my songs; she will not hear.

Let us go hence together without fear;

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535. Song—The Braw Wooer

© Robert Burns

LAST May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen,
And sair wi’ his love he did deave me;
I said, there was naething I hated like men—
The deuce gae wi’m, to believe me, believe me;
The deuce gae wi’m to believe me.

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To Will H. Low

© Robert Louis Stevenson

  This is unborn beauty: she
  Now in air floats high and free,
  Takes the sun and breaks the blue;--
  Late with stooping pinion flew

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122. The Lass o’ Ballochmyle

© Robert Burns

’TWAS even—the dewy fields were green,
On every blade the pearls hang;
The zephyr wanton’d round the bean,
And bore its fragrant sweets alang:

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231. Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry

© Robert Burns

WHEN Nature her great master-piece design’d,
And fram’d her last, best work, the human mind,
Her eye intent on all the mazy plan,
She form’d of various parts the various Man.

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191. Song—Theniel Menzies’ Bonie Mary

© Robert Burns

IN comin by the brig o’ Dye,
At Darlet we a blink did tarry;
As day was dawnin in the sky,
We drank a health to bonie Mary.

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221. Song—The Bonie Lad that’s Far Awa

© Robert Burns

O HOW can I be blythe and glad,
Or how can I gang brisk and braw,
When the bonie lad that I lo’e best
Is o’er the hills and far awa!

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I found the phrase to every thought

© Emily Dickinson

I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me,-as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun

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380. Song—Saw ye Bonie Lesley

© Robert Burns

O SAW ye bonie Lesley,
As she gaed o’er the Border?
She’s gane, like Alexander,
To spread her conquests farther.

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428. Song—Phillis the Queen o’ the fair

© Robert Burns

ADOWN winding Nith I did wander,
To mark the sweet flowers as they spring;
Adown winding Nith I did wander,
Of Phillis to muse and to sing.

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Siege Of Vienna Raised By Jihn Sobieski

© William Wordsworth

FEBRUARY 1816
OH, for a kindling touch from that pure flame
Which ministered, erewhile, to a sacrifice
Of gratitude, beneath Italian skies,

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262. Delia: An Ode

© Robert Burns

FAIR the face of orient day,
Fair the tints of op’ning rose;
But fairer still my Delia dawns,
More lovely far her beauty shows.

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72. Song—Young Peggy Blooms

© Robert Burns

YOUNG Peggy blooms our boniest lass,
Her blush is like the morning,
The rosy dawn, the springing grass,
With early gems adorning.

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552. Complimentary versicles to Jessie Lewars

© Robert Burns

JESSIE’S ILLNESSSay, sages, what’s the charm on earth
Can turn Death’s dart aside!
It is not purity and worth,
Else Jessie had not died.

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Song II

© James Russell Lowell

O moonlight deep and tender,
  A year and more agone,
Your mist of golden splendor
  Round my betrothal shone!

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549. Epistle to Colonel de Peyster

© Robert Burns

But lest you think I am uncivil
To plague you with this draunting drivel,
Abjuring a’ intentions evil,
I quat my pen,
The Lord preserve us frae the devil!
Amen! Amen!

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212. Song—Raving Winds Around her Blowing

© Robert Burns

RAVING winds around her blowing,
Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing,
By a river hoarsely roaring,
Isabella stray’d deploring—

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Revery

© John Jay Chapman

I HAVE a garden,—weeds paradise call it;

The moles hold the paths in fee;

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187. Epigram on Parting with a kind Host in the Highlands

© Robert Burns

WHEN Death’s dark stream I ferry o’er,
(A time that surely shall come,)
In Heav’n itself I’ll ask no more,
Than just a Highland welcome.