All Poems
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Lament For Culloden
© Robert Burns
The lovely lass o' Inverness,
Nae joy nor pleasure can she see;
For e'en and morn she cries, "Alas!"
And ay the saut tear blins her ee:
The Complaint: or Night Thoughts (excerpt)
© Edward Young
By Nature's law, what may be, may be now;
There's no prerogative in human hours.
412. A Grace after Meat
© Robert Burns
LORD, we thank, and thee adore,
For temporal gifts we little merit;
At present we will ask no more
Let William Hislop give the spirit.
235. SongThe Fall of the Leaf
© Robert Burns
THE LAZY mist hangs from the brow of the hill,
Concealing the course of the dark-winding rill;
How languid the scenes, late so sprightly, appear!
As Autumn to Winter resigns the pale year.
133. The Brigs of Ayr
© Robert Burns
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough,
Learning his tuneful trade from evry bough;
The chanting linnet, or the mellow thrush,
Hailing the setting sun, sweet, in the green thorn bush;
Seats
© William Barnes
When starbright maïdens be to zit
In silken frocks, that they do wear,
The room mid have, as 'tis but fit,
A han'some seat vor vo'k so feäir;
But we, in zun-dried vield an' wood,
Ha' seats as good's a goolden chair.
391. A Tippling BalladWhen Princes and Prelates, etc.
© Robert Burns
WHEN Princes and Prelates,
And hot-headed zealots,
A Europe had set in a low, a low,
The poor man lies down,
Der Liebende
© Joseph Freiherr Von Eichendorff
Der Liebende steht träge auf,
Zieht ein Herr-Jemine-Gesicht
Und wünscht, er wäre tot.
Der Morgen tut sich prächtig auf.
431. SongRobert Bruces March to Bannockburn
© Robert Burns
SCOTS, wha hae wi WALLACE bled,
Scots, wham BRUCE has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to Victorie!
To One In A Hostile Camp
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
How dare I, Juliet, in love's kindness be
Your counsellor for these mad days of war,
I, a sworn Montagu, to liberty
Bound by all oaths which men least lightly swear?
34. Remorse: A Fragment
© Robert Burns
OF all the numerous ills that hurt our peace,
That press the soul, or wring the mind with anguish
Beyond comparison the worst are those
By our own folly, or our guilt brought on:
302. Elegy on Willie Nicols Mare
© Robert Burns
PEG NICHOLSON was a good bay mare,
As ever trod on airn;
But now shes floating down the Nith,
And past the mouth o Cairn.
The Bells and Queen Victoria
© Rudyard Kipling
Our fathers had declared to us her praise-
Her praise the years had proven past all speech.
And past all speech our loyal hearts always,
Always our hearts lay open, each to each-
Therefore men gave the treasure of their blood
To this one woman-for she understood!
19. A Prayer in the Prospect of Death
© Robert Burns
O THOU unknown, Almighty Cause
Of all my hope and fear!
In whose dread presence, ere an hour,
Perhaps I must appear!
248. Pegasus at Wanlockhead
© Robert Burns
WITH Pegasus upon a day,
Apollo, weary flying,
Through frosty hills the journey lay,
On foot the way was plying.
To Alison Cunningham, From Her Boy
© Robert Louis Stevenson
For the long nights you lay awake
And watched for my unworthy sake:
For your most comfortable hand
That led me through the uneven land:
For all the story-books you read:
For all the pains you comforted:
442. Remorseful Apology
© Robert Burns
THE FRIEND whom, wild from Wisdoms way,
The fumes of wine infuriate send,
(Not moony madness more astray)
Who but deplores that hapless friend?
Lydia Dick
© Eugene Field
When I was a boy at college,
Filling up with classic knowledge,
Frequently I wondered why
Old Professor Demas Bently
Used to praise so eloquently
"Opera Horatii."
Bonnie Lesley
© Robert Burns
O saw ye bonnie Lesley
As she gaed o'er the Border?
She's gane, like Alexander,
To spread her conquests farther.
