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Fragment Of Song

By |2018-11-12T18:26:39+00:00November 12th, 2018|1786, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

"The night was still, and o'er the hill The moon shone on the castle wa'; The mavissang, while dew-drops hang Around her on the castle wa'; Saemerrily they danced the ring Fraeeenin' tillthe cockdid craw; And aye the o'erwordo'the spring Was ""Irvine's bairns are boniea'."""

To A Louse

By |2018-11-12T18:26:32+00:00November 10th, 2018|1786, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Ha! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlinferlie? Your impudence protects you sairly; I cannasay but ye struntrarely, Owregauze and lace; Tho', faith! I fear ye dine but sparely On sic a place. Ye ugly, creepin, blastitwonner, Detested, shunn'd bysauntan' sinner, How daur ye set your fitupon her- Saefine a lady? Gaesomewhere else and seek your dinner [...]

To A Mountain Daisy

By |2018-11-12T18:26:32+00:00November 10th, 2018|1786, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Wee, modest crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in anevil hour; For I maun crush amangthe stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas! it's nothy neiborsweet, The bonielark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet, Wi'spreckl'd breast! When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east. Cauldblew [...]

To Gavin Hamilton, Esq., Mauchline

By |2018-11-12T18:26:32+00:00November 10th, 2018|1786, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

I hold it, sir, my bounden duty To warn you how that Master Tootie, Alias, LairdM'Gaun, Was here to hire yonlad away 'Bout whom ye spakthe titherday, An' wadhae don't affhan'; But lest he learn the callantricks- An' faith I muckledoubt him- Like scrapin out auldCrummie's nicks, An' tellin lies about them; As lievethen, I'd [...]

To John Kennedy, Dumfries House

By |2018-11-12T18:26:33+00:00November 10th, 2018|1786, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Now, Kennedy, if foot orhorse E'erbring you in by Mauchlin corse, (Lord, man, there's lasses there wadforce A hermit's fancy; An' down the gatein faith they're worse, An' mairunchancy). But as I'm sayin, please step to Dow's, An' taste sicgearas Johnie brews, Tillsome bitcallanbring me news That ye are there; An' if we dinnahaea bouze, [...]

To Mr. M’Adam, Of Craigen-Gillan

By |2018-11-12T18:26:33+00:00November 10th, 2018|1786, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Sir, o'er a gill I gatyour card, I trow it made me proud; "See wha taks notice o' the bard!" I lapand cried fu' loud. Now deil-ma-careabout their jaw, The senseless, gawkymillion; I'll cockmy nose abune them a', I'm roos'd by Craigen-Gillan! 'Twas noble, sir; 'twas like yourself', To grant your high protection: A great [...]

To Ruin

By |2018-11-12T18:26:33+00:00November 10th, 2018|1786, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

All hail! inexorable lord! At whose destruction-breathing word, The mightiest empires fall! Thy cruel, woe-delighted train, The ministers of grief and pain, A sullen welcome, all! With stern-resolv'd, despairing eye, I see each aimed dart; For one has cut my dearest tie, And quivers in my heart. Then low'ring, and pouring, The storm no more [...]