Poems by Robert Burns
495. SongCanst thou leave me thus, my Katie
... Thou maysn find those will love thee dear, ...
527. SongAddress to the Woodlark
... For pitys sake, sweet bird, nae mair! ...
150. SongRattlin, Roarin Willie
... S., of the Crochallan Fencibles, a convivial club ...
181. Reply to the Threat of a Censorious Critic
... WITH Esops lion, Burns says: Sore I feel Each others scorn, but damn that ass heel! ...
259. A New Psalm for the Chapel of Kilmarnock
... of Ayr, whose Practical Essay on the Death of Jesus Christ led to a charge of heresy against him ...
298. Prologue spoken at the Theatre of Dumfries
... Ye sprightly youths, quite flush with hope and spirit, ...
416. SongLogan Braes
... The bees hum round the breathing flowers ...
452. Epigram pinned to Mrs. Riddells carriage
... But a fly for your load, youll break down on the road, ...
343. Address to the shade of Thomson
... Shall bloom that wreath thou well hast won ...
515. SongO let me in this ae night
... The sweetest flower that deckd the mead, ...
329. Verses on the destruction of the Woods near Drumlanrig
... Or wast the wilfire scorchd their boughs, ...
429. SongCome let me take thee to my breast
... Ill seek nae main o Heavn to share, ...
456. Epitaph on Captain Lascelles
... A bystander whispersPray dont make so much ot, ...
120. Epitaph for Gavin Hamilton, Esq.
... But with such as he, whereer he be, ...
312. Elegy on the late Miss Burnet of Monboddo
... Princes, whose cumbrous pride was all their worth, ...
