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Sketch -New Year’s Day [1790]

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

This day, Time winds th' exhausted chain; To run the twelvemonth's length again: I see, the old bald-pated fellow, With ardent eyes, complexion sallow, Adjust the unimpair'd machine, To wheel the equal, dull routine. The absent lover, minor heir, In vain assail him with their prayer; Deaf as my friend, he sees them press, Nor [...]

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: [...]