All Poems
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240. Verses on a Parting Kiss
© Robert Burns
HUMID seal of soft affections,
Tenderest pledge of future bliss,
Dearest tie of young connections,
Loves first snowdrop, virgin kiss!
It Is The Printer's Fault
© Eugene Field
In Mrs. Potter's latest play
The costuming is fine;
Her waist is made decollete--
Her skirt is new design.
294. SongTo Mary in Heaven
© Robert Burns
THOU lingring star, with lessening ray,
That lovst to greet the early morn,
Again thou usherst in the day
My Mary from my soul was torn.
145. SongYon Wild Mossy Mountains
© Robert Burns
YON wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide,
That nurse in their bosom the youth o the Clyde,
Where the grouse lead their coveys thro the heather to feed,
And the shepherd tends his flock as he pipes on his reed.
The Men Who Man Our Batteries
© William Watson
The men who man our batteries,
The men who serve our guns,
480. Epigram on an Innkeeper (The Marquis)
© Robert Burns
HERE lies a mock Marquis, whose titles were shammd,
If ever he rise, it will be to be damnd.
528. SongOn Chloris being ill
© Robert Burns
ChorusLong, long the night,
Heavy comes the morrow
While my souls delight
Is on her bed of sorrow.
201. Birthday Ode for 31st December, 1787
© Robert Burns
AFAR 1 the illustrious Exile roams,
Whom kingdoms on this day should hail;
An inmate in the casual shed,
On transient pitys bounty fed,
The Pauper
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
It dawned a morn to make a heart despair,
East was the wind and chill the April air.
165. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
© Robert Burns
CEASE, ye prudes, your envious railing,
Lovely Burns has charmsconfess:
True it is, she had one failing,
Had a woman ever less?
203. Sylvander to Clarinda
© Robert Burns
WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair,
First struck Sylvanders rapturd view,
He gazd, he listened to despair,
Alas! twas all he dared to do.
477. Epigram on Dr. Babingtons looks
© Robert Burns
THAT there is a falsehood in his looks,
I must and will deny:
They tell their Master is a knave,
And sure they do not lie.
319. Lament for James, Earl of Glencairn
© Robert Burns
THE WIND blew hollow frae the hills,
By fits the suns departing beam
Lookd on the fading yellow woods,
That wavd oer Lugars winding stream:
Limerick:There was a Young Lady of Welling
© Edward Lear
There was a Young Lady of Welling,
Whose praise all the world was a-telling;
She played on a harp,
And caught several carp,
That accomplished Young Lady of Wel
On the Death of His Eldest Son
© George Canning
Though short thy space, God's unimpeach'd decrees
Which made that shorten'd space one long disease;
270. SongThe Captains Lady
© Robert Burns
Chorus.O mount and go, mount and make you ready,
O mount and go, and be the Captains lady.
A Thought
© Walter Savage Landor
BLYTHE bell, that calls to bridal halls,
Tolls deep a darker day;
The very shower that feeds the flower
Weeps also its decay.
205. SongGo on, Sweet Bird, and Soothe my Care
© Robert Burns
FOR thee is laughing Nature gay,
For thee she pours the vernal day;
For me in vain is Nature drest,
While Joys a stranger to my breast.
Weeding
© Charles Lamb
As busy Aurelia, 'twixt work and 'twixt play,
Was labouring industriously hard
To cull the vile weeds from the flowerets away,
Which grew in her father's court-yard;
