All Poems
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Two Christmas Eves
© Edith Nesbit
Don't go to sleep; you mustn't sleep
Here on the frozen floor! Yes, creep
Closer to me. Oh, if I knew
What is this something left to do!
425. SongHad I a cave
© Robert Burns
Falsest of womankind, canst thou declare
All thy fond, plighted vows fleeting as air!
To thy new lover hie,
Laugh oer thy perjury;
Then in thy bosom try
What peace is there!
256. SongBeware o Bonie Ann
© Robert Burns
YE gallants bright, I rede you right,
Beware o bonie Ann;
Her comely face sae fu o grace,
Your heart she will trepan:
"For where, beneath one's parent sky"
© Alfred Austin
For where, beneath one's parent sky,
Our dear ones live, our dead ones lie.
254. Caledonia: A Ballad
© Robert Burns
THERE was once a day, but old Time wasythen young,
That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line,
From some of your northern deities sprung,
(Who knows not that brave Caledonias divine?)
18. The First Six Verses of the Ninetieth Psalm versified
© Robert Burns
O THOU, the first, the greatest friend
Of all the human race!
Whose strong right hand has ever been
Their stay and dwelling place!
530. SongYonder pomp of costly fashion
© Robert Burns
MARK yonder pomp of costly fashion
Round the wealthy, titled bride:
But when compard with real passion,
Poor is all that princely pride.
Mark yonder, &c. (four lines repeated).
The Ballad of the White Horse
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Of great limbs gone to chaos,
A great face turned to night-
Why bend above a shapeless shroud
Seeking in such archaic cloud
Sight of strong lords and light?
461. SongCharlie, hes my Darling
© Robert Burns
TWAS on a Monday morning,
Right early in the year,
That Charlie came to our town,
The young Chevalier.
Dawlish Fair
© John Keats
Here's somebody coming, here's somebody coming!
Says I 'tis the wind at a parley;
So without any fuss any hawing and humming
She lay on the grass debonairly.
371. SongLady Mary Ann
© Robert Burns
O LADY Mary Ann looks oer the Castle wa,
She saw three bonie boys playing at the ba,
The youngest he was the flower amang them a,
My bonie laddies young, but hes growin yet.
297. Election Ballad for Westerha
© Robert Burns
THE LADDIES by the banks o Nith
Wad trust his Grace 1 wi a, Jamie;
But hell sair them, as he saird the King
Turn tail and rin awa, Jamie.
207. SongIm Oer Young to Marry yet
© Robert Burns
Chorus.Im oer young, Im oer young,
Im oer young to marry yet;
Im oer young, twad be a sin
To tak me frae my mammy yet.
The Iron Crags
© Madison Julius Cawein
UPON the iron crags of War I heard his terrible daughters
In battle speak while at their feet,
In gulfs of human waters,
A voice, intoning, "Where is God?" in ceaseless sorrow beat:
153. Inscription for the Headstone of Fergusson the Poet
© Robert Burns
NO 1 sculptured marble here, nor pompous lay,
No storied urn nor animated bust;
This simple stone directs pale Scotias way,
To pour her sorrows oer the Poets dust.
135. Epigram on Rough Roads
© Robert Burns
IM now arrivedthanks to the gods!
Thro pathways rough and muddy,
A certain sign that makin roads
Is no this peoples study:
Her Prayer
© Madison Julius Cawein
She kneels with haggard eyes and hair
Unto the Christ upon the Cross:
Her gown is torn; her feet are bare.
175. Epigram to Miss Jean Scott
© Robert Burns
O HAD each Scot of ancient times
Been, Jeanie Scott, as thou art;
The bravest heart on English ground
Had yielded like a coward.
