Poems by Robert Burns
Here's To Thy Health
... But at twal' at night, when the moon shines bright, ...
The Wounded Hare
... No more the thickening brakes and verdant plains ...
Ye Jacobites By Name
... Your doctrines I maun blame - you shall hear, you shall hear! ...
Lines On The Fall Of Fyers Near Loch Ness
... Dim-seen, through rising mists and ceaseless show'rs, ...
A Dream
... Down Pleasure's stream, wi' swelling sails, ...
Here's a Bottle
... Here's a bottle and an honest friend! ...
The Ploughman's Life
... There's nae life like the ploughman's in the month o' sweet May ...
The Auld Farmer's New-Year-Morning Salutation To His Auld Mare , Maggie
... A bonie gray: He should been tight that daur't to raize thee, ...
The First Six Verses Of The Ninetieth Psalm Versified
... That Pow'r which rais'd and still upholds ...
The Cotter's Saturday Night
... And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounc'd by Heaven's command ...
The Lovers Morning Salute To His Mistress
... The nights gloomy shades, cloudy, dark, oercast my sky: ...
Of A' the Airts
... There's not a bonnie flower that springs ...
Handsome Nell
... But Nellie's looks are blithe and sweet, ...
Here's A Health To Them That's Awa
... Here's to Maitland and Wycombe! let wha does na like 'em ...
I Dream'd I Lay
... I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing ...
