Poems by Robert Burns
Paraphrase Of The First Psalm
... That man shall flourish like the trees, ...
The Holy Fair
... While thick an' thrang, an' loud an' lang, ...
A Man's A Man For A' That
... Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, ...
Verses To Clarinda
... And pledge them to the generous toast, ...
The Rigs O' Barley
... I'll ne'er forget that happy night, ...
My Love, She's But A Lassie Yet
... The minister kiss't the fiddler's wife- ...
The Gloomy Night Is Gath'ring Fast
... My peace with these, my love with those- ...
The Lass That Made The Bed To Me
... " I clasp'd her waist, and kiss'd her syne, ...
Thou Lingering Star
... Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ...
Go Fetch To Me A Pint
... The glittering spears are ranked ready, ...
A Winter Night
... The blood-stain'd roost, and sheep-cote spoil'd ...
Tam Glen
... There's Lowrie, the laird o' Dumeller, ...
To The Wood-Lark
... For pity's sake, sweet bird, nae mair! ...
To Mary In Heaven
... Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, &emsp ...
Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of Spring
... And the next flow'rs that deck the Spring, ...
