All Poems

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Lines Read at a Dairymen's Supper

© James McIntyre

It almost now seems all in vain
For to expect high price for grain,
Wheat is grown on Egyptian soil
On the banks of mighty Nile.

5. Tragic FragmentAll villain as I am

© Robert Burns

ALL villain as I ama damn?d wretch,
A hardened, stubborn, unrepenting villain,
Still my heart melts at human wretchedness;
And with sincere but unavailing sighs

The Bond.

© Robert Crawford

Love me for Love's sake till the dream is done,
And when we waken let us part for aye!
No bond but this; it is the better way,
For life spun so may easy be unspun,

347. SongYe Jacobites by Name

© Robert Burns

YE Jacobites by name, give an ear, give an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name,
Your fautes I will proclaim,
Your doctrines I maun blame, you shall hear.

Jacqueline

© Samuel Rogers

'Twas Autumn; thro' Provence had ceased
The vintage, and the vintage-feast.
The sun had set behind the hill,
The moon was up, and all was still,

70. Epistle to the Rev. John MMath

© Robert Burns

Pardon this freedom I have taen,
An if impertinent Ive been,
Impute it not, good Sir, in ane
Whase heart neer wrangd ye,
But to his utmost would befriend
Ought that belangd ye.

The Dream Of The World Without Death

© William Cosmo Monkhouse

NOW, sitting by her side, worn out with weeping,

Behold, I fell to sleep, and had a vision,

310. Tam o Shanter: A Tale

© Robert Burns

This truth fand honest TAM O SHANTER,
As he frae Ayr ae night did canter:
(Auld Ayr, wham neer a town surpasses,
For honest men and bonie lasses).

398. Lord Gregory: A Ballad

© Robert Burns

O MIRK, mirk is this midnight hour,
And loud the tempests roar;
A waefu wanderer seeks thy tower,
Lord Gregory, ope thy door.

Ariel

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

A VOICE like the murmur of doves,
Soft lightning from eyes of blue;
On her cheek a flush like love's
First delicate, rosebud hue;

220. SongThe Winter it is Past

© Robert Burns

THE WINTER it is past, and the summer comes at last
And the small birds, they sing on evry tree;
Now evry thing is glad, while I am very sad,
Since my true love is parted from me.

"Within Their Silent Perfect Glass"

© Adam Mickiewicz

Within their silent perfect glass
The mirror waters, vast and clear,
Reflect the silhouette of rocks,
Dark faces brooding on the shore.

He Thinks Of His Past Greatness When A Part Of The Constellations Of Heaven

© William Butler Yeats

I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young

And weep because I know all things now:

26. John Barleycorn: A Ballad

© Robert Burns

THERE was three kings into the east,
Three kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn should die.

Newark Abbey

I gaze, where August's sunbeam falls
Along these grey and lonely walls,
Till in its light absorbed appears
The lapse of five-and-thirty years.

62. Epistle to William Simson

© Robert Burns

Sae, ye observe that a this clatter
Is naething but a moonshine matter;
But tho dull prose-folk Latin splatter
In logic tulyie,
I hope we bardies ken some better
Than mind sic brulyie.