There Was A Bonie Lass

By |2018-11-12T18:28:49+00:00November 10th, 2018|1795, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

There was a bonie lass, and a bonie, bonie lass, And she lo'ed her bonie laddie dear; TillWar's loud alarms tore her laddiefraeher arms, Wi'mony a sigh and tear. Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar, He still was a stranger to fear; And nochtcould him quail, orhis bosom assail, Butthe bonielass he [...]

Twas Na Her Bonie Blue E’e

By |2018-11-12T18:28:54+00:00November 10th, 2018|1795, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

'Twas naher bonieblue e'ewas my ruin, Fair tho' she be, that was ne'er my undoin'; 'Twas the dear smile when naebodydid mindus, 'Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o' kindness: 'Twas the bewitching, sweet, stownglance o' kindness. Sair do I fear that to hope is denied me, Sairdo I fear that despair maunabide me, Buttho' [...]

Verses To Collector Mitchell

By |2018-11-12T18:28:50+00:00November 10th, 2018|1795, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Friend of the Poet, tried and leal, Wha, wanting thee, might beg orsteal; Alake, alake, the meikledeil Wi' a'his witches Are at it skelpin jig and reel, In my poor pouches? I modestly fu'fainwadhint it, That One-pound-one, I sairlywant it; If wi' the hizziedown ye sent it, It would be kind; And while my heart [...]

Wee Willie Gray

By |2018-11-12T18:28:55+00:00November 10th, 2018|1795, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Wee Willie Gray, and his leather wallet, Peel a willow wand to be him boots and jacket; The rose upon the breir will be him trews an' doublet, The rose upon the breir will be him trewsan'doublet, WeeWillie Gray, and his leather wallet, Twice a lily-flower will be him sarkand cravat; Feathers of a flee [...]

On Chloris Being Ill

By |2018-11-12T18:28:51+00:00November 10th, 2018|1795, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Chorus-Long, long the night, Heavy comes the morrow While my soul's delight Is on her bed of sorrow. Can I cease to care? Can I cease to languish, While my darling Fair Is on the couch of anguish? Long, long, &c. Ev'ry hope is fled, Ev'ry fear is terror, Slumber ev'n I dread, Ev'ry dream [...]

Inscription

By |2018-11-12T18:28:42+00:00November 10th, 2018|1795, Inscription, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

'Tis Friendship's pledge, my young, fair Friend, Nor thou the gift refuse, Nor with unwilling ear attend The moralising Muse. Since thou, in all thy youth and charms, Must bidthe world adieu, (A world 'gainst Peace in constant arms) To join the Friendly Few. Since, thy gay morn of life o'ercast, Chill came the tempest's [...]