All Poems
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366. SongThe weary Pund o Tow
© Robert Burns
Chorus.The weary pund, the weary pund,
The weary pund o tow;
I think my wife will end her life,
Before she spin her tow.
289. SongAwa, Whigs, Awa
© Robert Burns
Chorus.Awa Whigs, awa!
Awa Whigs, awa!
Yere but a pack o traitor louns,
Yell do nae gude at a.
At A Poet's Grave
© Francis Ledwidge
When I leave down this pipe my friend
And sleep with flowers I loved, apart,
My songs shall rise in wilding things
Whose roots are in my heart.
339. SongO for ane an twenty, Tam
© Robert Burns
Chorus.An O for ane an twenty, Tam!
And hey, sweet ane an twenty, Tam!
Ill learn my kin a rattlin sang,
An I saw ane an twenty, Tam.
The Chantry Of The Cherubim
© Francis William Bourdillon
O CHANTRY of the Cherubim,
Down-looking on the stream!
71. Second Epistle to Davie
© Robert Burns
Haud to the Muse, my daintie Davie:
The warl may play you mony a shavie;
But for the Muse, shell never leave ye,
Tho eer sae puir,
Na, even tho limpin wi the spavie
Frae door tae door.
553. SongO lay thy loof in mine, lass
© Robert Burns
ChorusO lay thy loof in mine, lass,
In mine, lass, in mine, lass;
And swear on thy white hand, lass,
That thou wilt be my ain.
384. SongHighland Mary
© Robert Burns
YE banks, and braes, and streams around
The castle o Montgomery!
Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,
Your waters never drumlie:
Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman
© William Wordsworth
. With an incident in which he was concerned
In the sweet shire of Cardigan,
317. SongThe Banks o Doon (Second Version)
© Robert Burns
YE flowery banks o bonie Doon,
How can ye blume sae fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae fu o care!
500. SongCraigieburn Wood (Second Version)
© Robert Burns
SWEET fas the eve on Craigieburn,
And blythe awakes the morrow;
But a the pride o Springs return
Can yield me nocht but sorrow.
Tonight
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Do not strike the chord of sorrow tonight!
Days burning with pain turn to ashes.
Who knows what happens tomorrow?
Last night is lost; tomorrow's frontier wiped out:
318. SongThe Banks o Doon (Third Version)
© Robert Burns
YE banks and braes o bonie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu o care!
285. SongI Gaed a Waefu Gate Yestreen
© Robert Burns
I GAED a waefu gate yestreen,
A gate, I fear, Ill dearly rue;
I gat my death frae twa sweet een,
Twa lovely een obonie blue.
194. SongBlythe was She
© Robert Burns
Chorus.Blythe, blythe and merry was she,
Blythe was she but and ben;
Blythe by the banks of Earn,
And blythe in Glenturit glen.
God's Graal
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The ark of the Lord of Hosts
Whose name is called by the name of Him
550. SongA Lass wi a Tocher
© Robert Burns
AWA wi your witchcraft o Beautys alarms,
The slender bit Beauty you grasp in your arms,
O, gie me the lass that has acres o charms,
O, gie me the lass wi the weel-stockit farms.
Sonnet 25: The Wisest Scholar
© Sir Philip Sidney
The wisest scholar of the wight most wise
By Phoebus' doom, with sugar'd sentence says,
That Virtue, if it once met with our eyes,
Strange flames of love it in our souls would raise;
