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155. Epistle to Mrs. Scott of Wauchope House

© Robert Burns

GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date,
When I was bardless, young, and blate,
An first could thresh the barn,
Or haud a yokin at the pleugh;

Demand

© Langston Hughes

Listen!

116. On a Scotch Bard, gone to the West Indies

© Robert Burns

Farewell, my rhyme-composing billie!
Your native soil was right ill-willie;
But may ye flourish like a lily,
Now bonilie!
Ill toast you in my hindmost gillie,
Tho owre the sea!

The Debt Unpayable

© Francis William Bourdillon

What have I given,
Bold sailor on the sea?
In earth or heaven,
That you should die for me?

435. SongWhere are the Joys I have met

© Robert Burns

WHERE are the joys I have met in the morning,
That dancd to the larks early song?
Where is the peace that awaited my wandring,
At evening the wild-woods among?

The Waiting Life

© Dorothea Mackellar

Since it befell, with work and strife
I had not time to live my life
I turned away from it until
Work should be done and strife be still.

137. SongFarewell to the Banks of Ayr

© Robert Burns

THE GLOOMY night is gathring fast,
Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast,
Yon murky cloud is foul with rain,
I see it driving oer the plain;

84. Address to the Deil

© Robert Burns

But fare-you-weel, auld Nickie-ben!
O wad ye tak a thought an men!
Ye aiblins might-I dinna ken
Stil hae a stake
Im wae to think up yon den,
Evn for your sake!

Der Scheidende

© Heinrich Heine

It has died in me, as it must,
Every idle, earthly lust,
My hatred too of wickedness,
Utterly now, even the sense,

215. SongHey, the Dusty Miller

© Robert Burns

HEY, the dusty Miller,
And his dusty coat,
He will win a shilling,
Or he spend a groat:

The Battle Of Salamis

© Aeschylus

The night was passing, and the Grecian host

By no means sought to issue forth unseen.

244. The Henpecked Husband

© Robert Burns

Chorus.Robin shure in hairst,
I shure wi him.
Fient a heuk had I,
Yet I stack by him.

Ode VIII: If Rightly Tuneful Bards Decide

© Mark Akenside

I.

If rightly tuneful bards decide,

27. The Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie

© Robert Burns

O thou, whase lamentable face
Appears to mourn my woefu case!
My dying words attentive hear,
An bear them to my Master dear.

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CVI

THE SUBLIME
To stand upon a windy pinnacle,
Beneath the infinite blue of the blue noon,
And underfoot a valley terrible

267. SongJamie, Come Try Me

© Robert Burns

Chorus.Jamie, come try me,
Jamie, come try me,
If thou would win my love,
Jamie, come try me.

28. Poor Mailies Elegy

© Robert Burns

O, a ye bards on bonie Doon!
An wha on Ayr your chanters tune!
Come, join the melancholious croon
O Robins reed!
His heart will never get aboon
His Mailies dead!