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The Twa Dogs^1

By |2018-11-12T18:26:39+00:00November 10th, 2018|1786, Robert Burns Poems, Tale, Type, Year|

'Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day in June, When wearin' thro' the afternoon, Twadogs, that were na thrangat hame, Forgather'd anceupon a time. The first I'll name, they ca'd him Caesar, Was keepit for His Honor's pleasure: His hair, his size, his [...]

The Vision

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

Duan First^1 The sun had clos'd the winter day, The curless quattheir roarin play, And hunger'd maukintaenher way, To kail-yards green, While faithless snaws ilkstep betray Whare she has been. The thresher's weary flingin-tree, The lee-langday had tired me; And when the day had clos'd his e'e, Far i' the west, Beni'the spence, right pensivelie, [...]

Thomson’s Edward and Eleanora.

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

Farewell, old Scotia's bleak domains, Far dearer than the torrid plains, Where rich ananas blow! Farewell, a mother's blessing dear! A borther's sigh! a sister's tear! My Jean's heart-rending throe! Farewell, my Bess! tho' thou'rt bereft Of my paternal care. A faithful brother I have left, My part in him thou'lt share! Adieu, too, to [...]

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 [...]