The Tear-Drop Robert Burns Poetry Wae is my heart, and the tear’s in my e’e; Lang, lang has Joy been a stranger to me: Forsaken and friendless, my burden I bear, And the sweet voice o’ Pity ne’er sounds in my ear. Love thou hast pleasures, and deep hae I luv’d; Love, thou hast sorrows, […]
Robert Burns – A Grace After Dinner, Extempore Poem
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A Grace After Dinner, Extempore Poem O thou, in whom we live and move— Who made the sea and shore; Thy goodness constantly we prove, And grateful would adore; And, if it please Thee, Power above! Still grant us, with such store, The friend we trust, the fair we love— And we desire no more. […]
Robert Burns – Meg O’ The Mill Another Version Poem
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Robert Burns – Meg O’ The Mill Another Version Poem O ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten, An’ ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten? A braw new naig wi’ the tail o’ a rottan, And that’s what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten. O ken ye what Meg o’ […]
Robert Burns – Election Ballad For Westerha’ Song
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Election Ballad For Westerha’ Song Tune— Up and waur them a’, Willie. The Laddies by the banks o’ Nith Wad trust his Grace^1 wi a’, Jamie; But he’ll sair them, as he sair’d the King— Turn tail and rin awa’, Jamie. [Footnote 1: The fourth Duke of Queensberry, who supported the proposal that, during George […]
Robert Burns – Lines On The Commemoration Of Rodney’s Victory Poem
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Robert Burns – Lines On The Commemoration Of Rodney’s Victory Poem Instead of a Song, boy’s, I’ll give you a Toast; Here’s to the memory of those on the twelfth that we lost!— That we lost, did I say?—nay, by Heav’n, that we found; For their fame it will last while the world goes round. […]
Robert Burns – Fragment Her Flowing Locks Poem
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Fragment Her Flowing Locks Robert Burns Poetry Her flowing locks, the raven’s wing, Adown her neck and bosom hing; How sweet unto that breast to cling, And round that neck entwine her! Her lips are roses wat wi’ dew, O’ what a feast her bonie mou’! Her cheeks a mair celestial hue, A crimson still […]
Robert Burns – To James Smith Poem
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TO JAMES SMITH. “Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul! Sweet’ner of life and solder of society! I owe thee much!–” BLAIR. The James Smith, to whom this epistle is addressed, was at that time a small shop-keeper in Mauchline, and the comrade or rather follower of the poet in all his merry expeditions with “Yill-caup […]
Robert Burns – Poem On Sensibility Poem
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Poem On Sensibility Poetry Sensibility, how charming, Dearest Nancy, thou canst tell; But distress, with horrors arming, Thou alas! hast known too well! Fairest flower, behold the lily Blooming in the sunny ray: Let the blast sweep o’er the valley, See it prostrate in the clay. Hear the wood lark charm the forest, Telling o’er […]
Robert Burns – Fragment Of Song The night was still, and o’er the hill
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Fragment Of Song The night was still, and o’er the hill Robert Burns The night was still, and o’er the hill The moon shone on the castle wa’; The mavis sang, while dew-drops hang Around her on the castle wa’; Sae merrily they danced the ring Frae eenin’ till the cock did craw; And aye […]
Robert Burns – Lines To Mr. John Kennedy Poem
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Robert Burns – Lines To Mr. John Kennedy Poem Farewell, dear friend! may guid luck hit you, And ‘mang her favourites admit you: If e’er Detraction shore to smit you, May nane believe him, And ony deil that thinks to get you, Good Lord, deceive him!