The Epitaph

By |2018-11-12T18:27:39+00:00November 12th, 2018|1790, Epitaph, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

"Stop, passenger! my story's brief, And truth I shall relate, man; I tell naecommon tale o' grief, For Matthew was a great man. If thou uncommon merit hast, Yet spurn'd at Fortune's door, man; A look of pity hither cast, For Matthew was a poor man. If thou a noble sodgerart, That passest bythis grave, [...]

Verses On Captain Grose

By |2018-11-12T18:27:40+00:00November 10th, 2018|1790, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Ken ye aughto' Captain Grose?-Igo, and ago, If he's amanghis friends or foes?-Iram, coram, dago. Is he to Abra'm's bosom gane?-Igo, and ago, Or haudin Sarah by the wame?-Iram, coram dago. Is he south or is he north?-Igo, and ago, Ordrowned in the river Forth?-Iram, coram dago. Is he slain byHielan' bodies?-Igo, and ago, And [...]

Tam O’ Shanter

By |2018-11-12T18:27:39+00:00November 10th, 2018|1790, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

"Of Brownyis and of Bogillis full is this Buke." Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And drouthyneibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin to takthe gate, While we sit bousing at the nappy, An' getting fou and unco happy, We think na on the lang Scots miles, The [...]

The Gowden Locks Of Anna

By |2018-11-12T18:27:40+00:00November 10th, 2018|1790, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Yestreen I had a pinto' wine, A place where bodysawna; Yestreenlay on this breast o' mine The gowden locks of Anna. The hungry Jew in wilderness, Rejoicing o'er his manna, Was naethingto my hinny bliss Upon the lips of Anna. Ye monarchs, take the East and West FraeIndus to Savannah; Gieme, within my straining grasp, [...]

Election Ballad

By |2018-11-12T18:27:33+00:00November 10th, 2018|1790, Ballad, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Fintry, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? Come then, wi' uncouth kintrafleg, O'er Pegasus I'll fling my leg, And ye shall see me try him. But where shall I go rin a ride, That I may splatter nanebeside? I wad nabe uncivil: [...]

Elegy On Captain Matthew Henderson

By |2018-11-12T18:27:38+00:00November 10th, 2018|1790, Elegy, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Should the poor be flattered?-Shakespeare. O Death! thou tyrant felland bloody! The meikledevil wi' a woodie Haurlthee hameto his black smiddie, O'er hurcheonhides, And like stock-fish come o'er his studdie Wi' thy auld sides! He's gane, he's gane! he's frae us torn, The ae best fellow e'er was born! Thee, Matthew, Nature's sel'shall mourn, By [...]

Gudewife, Count The Lawin

By |2018-11-12T18:27:39+00:00November 10th, 2018|1790, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Gane is the day, and mirk's the night, But we'll ne'er stray for fauto' light; Gudeale and bratdy's stars and moon, And blue-red wine's the risin' sun. Chorus.-Then gudewife, count the lawin, The lawin, the lawin, Then gudewife, count the lawin, And bring a coggie mair. There's wealth and ease for gentlemen, And simple folk [...]

I Murder Hate

By |2018-11-12T18:27:40+00:00November 10th, 2018|1790, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

I murder hate byflood orfield, Tho' glory's name may screen us; In wars at home I'll spend my blood- Life-giving wars of Venus. The deities that I adore Are social Peace and Plenty; I'm better pleas'd to make one more, Than be the death of twenty. I would not die like Socrates, For all the [...]