All Poems
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455. Epitaph on a noted coxcomb
© Robert Burns
LIGHT lay the earth on Billys breast,
His chicken heart so tender;
But build a castle on his head,
His scull will prop it under.
Tell Him Why
© Edgar Albert Guest
When your boy wants to do what he shouldn't
Some foolish or dangerous thing.
185. The Humble Petition of Bruar Water
© Robert Burns
MY lord, I know your noble ear
Woe neer assails in vain;
Emboldend thus, I beg youll hear
Your humble slave complain,
Hospital Duties
© Anonymous
Fold away all your bright-tinted dresses,
Turn the key on your jewels today,
64. Fragment of SongMy Jean!
© Robert Burns
THO cruel fate should bid us part,
Far as the pole and line,
Her dear idea round my heart,
Should tenderly entwine.
151. SongBonie Dundee: A Fragment
© Robert Burns
MY blessins upon thy sweet wee lippie!
My blessins upon thy ee-brie!
Thy smiles are sae like my blythe sodger laddie,
Thous aye the dearer, and dearer to me!
30. SongComposed in August
© Robert Burns
NOW westlin winds and slaughtring guns
Bring Autumns pleasant weather;
The moorcock springs on whirring wings
Amang the blooming heather:
"My Ain Bonnie Lass O' The Glen."
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Ae blink o' the bonnie new mune,
Ay tinted as sune as she's seen,
202. On the Death of Robert Dundas, Esq., of Arniston
© Robert Burns
LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks
Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks;
Down from the rivulets, red with dashing rains,
The gathering floods burst oer the distant plains;
311. On the Birth of a Posthumous Child
© Robert Burns
SWEET flowret, pledge o meikle love,
And ward o mony a prayer,
What heart o stane wad thou na move,
Sae helpless, sweet, and fair?
Second Sight
© Madison Julius Cawein
They lean their faces to me through
Green windows of the woods;
Their white throats sweet with honey-dew
Beneath low leafy hoods--
No dream they dream but hath been true
Here in the solitudes.
426. SongBy Allan Stream
© Robert Burns
BY Allan stream I chancd to rove,
While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi;
The winds are whispering thro the grove,
The yellow corn was waving ready:
Memoirs Of A Spinach-Picker
© Sylvia Plath
They called the place Lookout Farm.
Back then, the sun
Didn't go down in such a hurry. How it
Lit things, that lamp of the Possible!
242. The Poets Progress
© Robert Burns
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign;
Of thy caprice maternal I complain.
The peopled fold thy kindly care have found,
The hornèd bull, tremendous, spurns the ground;
14. SongMary Morison
© Robert Burns
O MARY, at thy window be,
It is the wishd, the trysted hour!
Those smiles and glances let me see,
That make the misers treasure poor:
Choses du soir
© Victor Marie Hugo
Le brouillard est froid, la bruyère est grise ;
Les troupeaux de boeufs vont aux abreuvoirs ;
La lune, sortant des nuages noirs,
Semble une clarté qui vient par surprise.
427. SongWhistle and Ill come to you
© Robert Burns
Chorus.O WHISTLE, an Ill come to ye, my lad,
O whistle, an Ill come to ye, my lad,
Tho father an mother an a should gae mad,
O whistle, an Ill come to ye, my lad.
Sonnet XIII. To La Fayette
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
As when far off the warbled strains are heard
That soar on Morning's wing the vales among,
Within his cage th' imprisoned matin bird
Swells the full chorus with a generous song:
