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Remorseful Apology

2018-11-12T18:28:32+00:00Categories: 1794, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

The friend whom, wild from Wisdom's way, The fumes of wine infuriate send, (Not moony madness more astray) Who butdeplores that hapless friend? Mine was th' insensate frenzied part, Ah! why should I such scenes outlive? Scenes so abhorrent to my heart!- 'Tis thine to pity and forgive.

Saw Ye My Dear, My Philly

2018-11-12T18:28:38+00:00Categories: 1794, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

O saw ye my Dear, my Philly? O sawye my Dear, my Philly, She's down i'the grove, she's wi'a new Love, She winnacome hameto her Willy. What says she my dear, my Philly? What says she my dear, my Philly? She lets thee to wit she has thee forgot, And forever disowns thee, her Willy.

She Says She Loes Me Best Of A’

2018-11-12T18:28:38+00:00Categories: 1794, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Sae flaxen were her ringlets, Her eyebrows of a darker hue, Bewitchingly o'er-arching Twalaughing e'eno' lovely blue; Her smiling, sae wyling. Wad make a wretch forget his woe; What pleasure, what treasure, Unto these rosy lips to grow! Such was my Chloris' bonie face, When first that bonieface I saw; And aye my Chloris' dearest

The Charming Month Of May

2018-11-12T18:28:38+00:00Categories: 1794, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

It was the charming month of May, When all the flow'rs were fresh and gay. One morning, by the break of day, The youthful, charming Chloe- From peaceful slumber she arose, Girton her mantle and her hose, And o'er the flow'ry mead she goes- The youthful, charming Chloe. Chorus.-Lovely was she by the dawn, Youthful

The Flowery Banks Of Cree

2018-11-12T18:28:32+00:00Categories: 1794, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Here is the glen, and here the bower All underneath the birchen shade; The village-bell has told the hour, O what can stay my lovely maid? 'Tis not Maria's whispering call; 'Tis butthe balmy breathing gale, Mixt with some warbler's dying fall, The dewy star of eve to hail. It is Maria's voice I hear;

Esteem For Chloris

2018-11-12T18:28:27+00:00Categories: 1794, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

As, Chloris, since it may not be, That thou of love wilt hear; If from the lover thou maunflee, Yet let the friend be dear. Altho' I love my Chloris mair Than ever tongue could tell; My passion I will ne'er declare- I'll say, I wish thee well. Tho' a' my daily care thou art,

Farewell Thou Stream

2018-11-12T18:28:37+00:00Categories: 1794, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Farewell, thou stream that winding flows Around Eliza's dwelling; O mem'ry! spare the cruel thoes Within my bosom swelling. Condemn'd to drag a hopeless chain And yet in secret languish; To feel a fire in every vein, Nor dare disclose my anguish. Love's veriest wretch, unseen, unknown, I fainmy griefs would cover; The bursting sigh,

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