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280. The Kirk of Scotlands Alarm: A Ballad
© Robert Burns
ORTHODOX! orthodox, who believe in John Knox,
Let me sound an alarm to your conscience:
A heretic blast has been blown in the West,
That what is no sense must be nonsense,
Orthodox! That what is no sense must be nonsense.
The Agonizing Memory
© Pierre Louys
I remember . . . (at what hour of the day
do I not have her in my sight?)--I remember
the way she lifted up her hair with her pale
and feeble fingers. I remember a night she
414. Impromptu on Dumouriers Desertion of the French Republican Army
© Robert Burns
YOURE welcome to Despots, Dumourier;
Youre welcome to Despots, Dumourier:
How does Dampiere do?
Ay, and Bournonville too?
Why did they not come along with you, Dumourier?
268. SongI Love my Love in Secret
© Robert Burns
MY Sandy gied to me a ring,
Was a beset wi diamonds fine;
But I gied him a far better thing,
I gied my heart in pledge o his ring.
The Occasion of the Law Suit. chapter I
© John Arbuthnot
The first letters of congratulation from King William and the
States of Holland upon King Philip's accession to the crown of
Spain.
* The English.
** The Dutch.
438. Impromptu on Mrs. Riddells Birthday
© Robert Burns
OLD Winter, with his frosty beard,
Thus once to Jove his prayer preferred:
What have I done of all the year,
To bear this hated doom severe?
To A Woman Seen In Sleep
© Arthur Symons
Once seen, immortal, seen but; in a dream,
Unveiling that: white swiftness to the feet,
With pride of maiden shame,
I have beheld the youth of Beauty gleam,
August, and passionately sweet,
And shining as clear flame.
323. Epigram on Miss Davies
© Robert Burns
ASK why God made the gem so small?
And why so huge the granite?
Because God meant mankind should set
That higher value on it.
141. Tam Samsons Elegy
© Robert Burns
THE EPITAPHTam Samsons weel-worn clay here lies
Ye canting zealots, spare him!
If honest worth in Heaven rise,
Yell mend or ye win near him.
87. The Twa Dogs
© Robert Burns
Note 1. Luath was Burns own dog. [back]
Note 2. Cuchullins dog in Ossians Fingal.R. B. [back]
400. SongLovely young Jessie
© Robert Burns
TRUE hearted was he, the sad swain o the Yarrow,
And fair are the maids on the banks of the Ayr;
But by the sweet side o the Niths winding river,
Are lovers as faithful, and maidens as fair:
Limerick: There Was an Old Man on a Hill
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man on a hill,
Who seldom, if ever, stood still;
He ran up and down,
In his Grandmother's gown,
Which adorned that Old Man on a hill.
228. To Alex. Cunningham, Esq., Writer, Edinburgh
© Robert Burns
MY godlike friendnay, do not stare,
You think the phrase is odd-like;
But God is love, the saints declare,
Then surely thou art god-like.
Waggon Hill
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Drake in the North Sea grimly prowling,
Treading his dear _Revenge's_ deck,
468. SongOn the Seas and far away
© Robert Burns
Chorus.On the seas and far away,
On stormy seas and far away;
Nightly dreams and thoughts by day,
Are aye with him thats far away.
The Progress of Taste, or the Fate of Delicacy
© William Shenstone
A POEM ON THE TEMPER AND STUDIES OF THE AUTHOR; AND HOW GREAT A MISFORTUNE IT IS FOR A MAN OF SMALL ESTATE TO HAVE MUCH TASTE.
Part first.
Tibbie Dunbar
© Robert Burns
O, wilt thou go wi' me,
Sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
O, wilt thou go wi' me,
Sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
140. Masonic SongYe Sons of Old Killie
© Robert Burns
YE sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie,
To follow the noble vocation;
Your thrifty old mother has scarce such another
To sit in that honoured station.
