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257. Ode on the Departed Regency Bill

© Robert Burns

Then know this truth, ye Sons of Men!
(Thus ends thy moral tale,)
Your darkest terrors may be vain,
Your brightest hopes may fail.

Her Vivien Eyes

© Madison Julius Cawein

Her Vivien eyes,--beware! beware!--

Though they be stars, a deadly snare

475. Epigram on a Country Laird (Cardoness)

© Robert Burns

BLESS Jesus Christ, O Cardonessp,
With grateful, lifted eyes,
Who taught that not the soul alone,
But body too shall rise;

422. Epigrams against the Earl of Galloway

© Robert Burns

WHAT dost thou in that mansion fair?
Flit, Galloway, and find
Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave,
The picture of thy mind.

369. SongMy Collier Laddie

© Robert Burns

WHARE live ye, my bonie lass?
And tell me what they ca ye;
My name, she says, is mistress Jean,
And I follow the Collier laddie.
My name, she says, &c.

Del Pueblo Natal

© Ramon Lopez Velarde

Ingenuas provincianas: cuando mi vida se halle
desahuciada por todos, iré por los caminos
por donde vais cantando los más sonoros trinos
y en fraternal confianza ceñiré vuestro talle.

251. Impromptu Lines to Captain Riddell

© Robert Burns

My goose-quill too rude is
To tell all your goodness
Bestowd on your servant, the Poet;
Would to God I had one
Like a beam of the sun,
And then all the world, sir, should know it!

Ma An' Me

© Edgar Albert Guest

Thereve been times we'd disagree

Somethin' awful, Ma an' me;

56. Epistle to Davie, A Brother Poet

© Robert Burns

WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw,
An bar the doors wi driving snaw,
An hing us owre the ingle,
I set me down to pass the time,

Violeta

© Casimiro de Abreu

Sempre teu lábio severo
Me chama de borboleta!
- Se eu deixo as rosas do prado
É só por ti - violeta!

200. SongThe Young Highland Rover

© Robert Burns

LOUD blaw the frosty breezes,
The snaws the mountains cover;
Like winter on me seizes,
Since my young Highland rover

January

© John Payne

THIS is the bitter birth-month of the year.

The sun looms large against the leaden sky,

557. SongFairest Maid on Devons Banks

© Robert Burns

ChorusFairest maid on Devon banks,
Crystal Devon, winding Devon,
Wilt thou lay that frown aside,
And smile as thou wert wont to do?

The Pang More Sharp Than All. An Allegory

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I.
He too has flitted from his secret nest,
Hope's last and dearest child without a name!--
Has flitted from me, like the warmthless flame,

226. SongI hae a Wife o my Ain

© Robert Burns

I HAE a wife of my ain,
Ill partake wi naebody;
Ill take Cuckold frae nane,
Ill gie Cuckold to naebody.

Breitmanns Sleigh-Ride

VEN de winter make oos shifer
Und de bonds is froze mit ice,
To shlide und shkate on de rifer,
Mit de poys und gals is nice.

83. The Cotters Saturday Night

© Robert Burns

MY lovd, my honourd, much respected friend!
No mercenary bard his homage pays;
With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end,
My dearest meed, a friends esteem and praise:

10. The Ronalds of the Bennals

© Robert Burns

IN Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men,
And proper young lasses and a, man;
But ken ye the Ronalds that live in the Bennals,
They carry the gree frae them a, man.