All Poems
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2. SongO Tibbie, I hae seen the day
© Robert Burns
Chor.O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,
Ye wadna been sae shy;
For laik o gear ye lightly me,
But, trowth, I care na by.
97. To John Kennedy, Dumfries House
© Robert Burns
But if, as Im informèd weel,
Ye hate as ills the very deil
The flinty heart that canna feel
Come, sir, heres to you!
Hae, theres my haun, I wiss you weel,
An gude be wi you.ROBT. BURNESS.MOSSGIEL, 3rd March, 1786.
Spenserian Stanza. Written At The Close Of Canto II, Book V, Of "The Faerie Queene"
© John Keats
In after-time, a sage of mickle lore
Yclep'd Typographus, the Giant took,
And did refit his limbs as heretofore,
And made him read in many a learned book,
48. Epitaph on a Henpecked Squire
© Robert Burns
AS father Adam first was foold,
(A case thats still too common,)
Here lies man a woman ruled,
The devil ruled the woman.
505. Epitaph for Mr. Gabriel Richardson, Brewer
© Robert Burns
HERE Brewer Gabriels fires extinct,
And empty all his barrels:
Hes blestif, as he brewd, he drink,
In upright, honest morals.
103. To Ruin
© Robert Burns
ALL hail! inexorable lord!
At whose destruction-breathing word,
The mightiest empires fall!
Thy cruel, woe-delighted train,
One Sea-Side Grave
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Unmindful of the roses,
Unmindful of the thorn,
A reaper tired reposes
Among his gathered corn:
So might I, till the morn!
406. Lines Inscribed in a Ladys Pocket Almanack
© Robert Burns
GRANT me, indulgent Heaven, that I may live,
To see the miscreants feel the pains they give;
Deal Freedoms sacred treasures free as air,
Till Slave and Despot be but things that were.
284. SongCa the Yowes to the Knowes (older set)
© Robert Burns
Chorus.Ca the yowes to the knowes,
Ca them where the heather grows,
Ca them where the burnie rowes,
My bonie dearie
Sonnet: Ypres
© Robert Laurence Binyon
She was a city of patience; of proud name,
Dimmed by neglecting Time; of beauty and loss;
Of acquiescence in the creeping moss.
But on a sudden fierce destruction came
451. Epitaph on the same
© Robert Burns
HERE lies, now a prey to insulting neglect,
What once was a butterfly, gay in lifes beam:
Want only of wisdom denied her respect,
Want only of goodness denied her esteem.
The Dreamer
© Dorothea Mackellar
Over the crest of the Hill of Sleep,
Over the plain where the mists lie deep,
Into a country of wondrous things,
Enter we dreaming, and know we're kings.
337. SongFragmentAltho he has left me
© Robert Burns
ALTHO he has left me for greed o the siller,
I dinna envy him the gains he can win;
I rather wad bear a the lade o my sorrow,
Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him.
250. SongShes Fair and Fause
© Robert Burns
SHES fair and fause that causes my smart,
I loed her meikle and lang;
Shes broken her vow, shes broken my heart,
And I may een gae hang.
How Sweet It Is, When Mother Fancy Rocks
© William Wordsworth
HOW sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks
The wayward brain, to saunter through a wood!
50. Another on the said Occasion
© Robert Burns
ONE Queen Artemisia, as old stories tell,
When deprived of her husband she loved so well,
In respect for the love and affection he showd her,
She reducd him to dust and she drank up the powder.
To George B. Cheever
© John Greenleaf Whittier
So spake Esaias: so, in words of flame,
Tekoa's prophet-herdsman smote with blame
The traffickers in men, and put to shame,
All earth and heaven before,
The sacerdotal robbers of the poor.
169. Address to Wm. Tytler, Esq., of Woodhouselee
© Robert Burns
REVERED defender of beauteous Stuart,
Of Stuart, a name once respected;
A name, which to love was the mark of a true heart,
But now tis despisd and neglected.
