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447. SongA red, red Rose

© Robert Burns

O MY Luves like a red, red rose,
Thats newly sprung in June:
O my Luves like the melodie,
Thats sweetly playd in tune.

25. My Father was a Farmer: A Ballad

MY father was a farmer upon the Carrick border, O,
And carefully he bred me in decency and order, O;
He bade me act a manly part, though I had neer a farthing, O;
For without an honest manly heart, no man was worth regarding, O.

68. The Holy Fair

© Robert Burns

UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn
When Natures face is fair,
I walked forth to view the corn,
An snuff the caller air.

On Australian Hills

© Ada Cambridge

Oh, to be there to-night!
To see that rose of sunset flame and fade
On ghostly mountain height,
The soft dusk gathering each leaf and blade
From the departing light,
Each tree-fern feather of the wildwood glade.

112. A Dream

© Robert Burns

Note 1. The American colonies had recently been lost. [back]
Note 2. King Henry V.R. B. [back]
Note 3. Sir John Falstaff, vid. Shakespeare.R. B. [back]
Note 4. Alluding to the newspaper account of a certain Royal sailors amour.R. B. This was Prince William Henry, third son of George III, afterward King William IV. [back]

Answer To Tait

© James Clerk Maxwell

The mounted disk of ebonite
Has whirled before, nor whirled in vain;
Rowland of Troy, that doughty knight,
Convection currents did obtain
In such a disk, of power to wheedle,
From its loved North the subtle needle.

529. SongHow cruel are the parents

© Robert Burns

HOW cruel are the parents
Who riches only prize,
And to the wealthy booby
Poor Woman sacrifice!

The she cat

© Matsuo Basho

The she cat -
Grown thin
From love and barley.

Love's Vision

© Mathilde Blind

Lo, as I soared etherially on high,
You vanished, from my swimming eyes aloof,
Alone, alone, within the empty sky,
I reached out giddily, and reeling fell
From starriest heaven, to plunge in lowest hell,
My proud heart broken on Earth's humblest roof.

123. Lines to an Old Sweetheart

© Robert Burns

ONCE fondly lovd, and still rememberd dear,
Sweet early object of my youthful vows,
Accept this mark of friendship, warm, sincere,
Friendship! tis all cold duty now allows.

Fishin-Hunger

© Edgar Albert Guest

BLUE skies mighty temptin', an' the sunbeams coaxin', too,

An' my wo'k is gettin' harder ebery day;

179. To Miss Ferrier, enclosing Elegy on Sir J. H. Blair

© Robert Burns

NAE heathen name shall I prefix,
Frae Pindus or Parnassus;
Auld Reekie dings them a to sticks,
For rhyme-inspiring lasses.

Das Krist Kindel

© James Whitcomb Riley

I had fed the fire and stirred it, till the sparkles in delight
Snapped their saucy little fingers at the chill December night;
And in dressing-gown and slippers, I had tilted back "my
throne"--
The old split-bottomed rocker--and was musing all alone.

253. Rhyming Reply to a Note from Captain Riddell

© Robert Burns

DEAR SIR, at ony time or tide,
Id rather sit wi you than ride,
Though twere wi royal Geordie:
And trowth, your kindness, soon and late,
Aft gars me to mysel look blate
The Lord in Heavn reward ye!R. BURNS.ELLISLAND.

To A Louse

© Robert Burns

Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie!
Your impudence protects you sairly:
I canna say but ye strunt rarely
Owre gauze and lace;
Tho' faith, I fear ye dine but sparely
On sic a place.

A Monument For The Soldiers

A monument for the Soldiers!

And what will ye build it of?

304. SongI Murder hate

© Robert Burns

I MURDER hate by flood or field,
Tho glorys name may screen us;
In wars at home Ill spend my blood
Life-giving wars of Venus.

© Robert Burns

FAREWELL, dear friend! may guid luck hit you,
And mang her favourites admit you:
If eer Detraction shore to smit you,
May nane believe him,
And ony deil that thinks to get you,
Good Lord, deceive him