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206. SongClarina, Mistress of my Soul
© Robert Burns
CLARINDA, mistres of my soul,
The measurd time is run!
The wretch beneath the dreary pole
So marks his latest sun.
12. SongThe Lass of Cessnock Banks
© Robert Burns
ON Cessnock banks a lassie dwells;
Could I describe her shape and mein;
Our lasses a she far excels,
An she has twa sparkling roguish een.
534. SongFragmentWhy tell the lover
© Robert Burns
WHY, why tell thy lover
Bliss he never must enjoy?
Why, why undeceive him,
And give all his hopes the lie?
108. SongWill ye go to the Indies, my Mary?
© Robert Burns
WILL ye go to the Indies, my Mary,
And leave auld Scotias shore?
Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary,
Across th Atlantic roar?
96. The Inventory
© Robert Burns
SIR, as your mandate did request,
I send you here a faithfu list,
O gudes an gear, an a my graith,
To which Im clear to gie my aith.
504. Apology to Mr. Syme for not dining with him
© Robert Burns
NO more of your guests, be they titled or not,
And cookery the first in the nation;
Who is proof to thy personal converse and wit,
Is proof to all other temptation.
547. Verses to Collector Mitchell
© Robert Burns
But by that health, Ive got a share ot,
But by that life, Im promisd mair ot,
My hale and wee, Ill tak a care ot,
A tentier way;
Then farewell folly, hide and hair ot,
For ance and aye!
249. Sappho Redivivus: A Fragment
© Robert Burns
BY all I lovd, neglected and forgot,
No friendly face eer lights my squalid cot;
Shunnd, hated, wrongd, unpitied, unredrest,
The mockd quotation of the scorners jest!
397. SongWandering Willie (Revised Version)
© Robert Burns
HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie,
Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame;
Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie,
Tell me thou bringst me my Willie the same.
316. SongThe Banks o Doon (First Version)
© Robert Burns
SWEET are the banksthe banks o Doon,
The spreading flowers are fair,
And everything is blythe and glad,
But I am fu o care.
183. Verses Written with a Pencil at the Inn at Kenmore
© Robert Burns
ADMIRING Nature in her wildest grace,
These northern scenes with weary feet I trace;
Oer many a winding dale and painful steep,
Th abodes of coveyd grouse and timid sheep,
257. Ode on the Departed Regency Bill
© Robert Burns
Then know this truth, ye Sons of Men!
(Thus ends thy moral tale,)
Your darkest terrors may be vain,
Your brightest hopes may fail.
475. Epigram on a Country Laird (Cardoness)
© Robert Burns
BLESS Jesus Christ, O Cardonessp,
With grateful, lifted eyes,
Who taught that not the soul alone,
But body too shall rise;
422. Epigrams against the Earl of Galloway
© Robert Burns
WHAT dost thou in that mansion fair?
Flit, Galloway, and find
Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave,
The picture of thy mind.
369. SongMy Collier Laddie
© Robert Burns
WHARE live ye, my bonie lass?
And tell me what they ca ye;
My name, she says, is mistress Jean,
And I follow the Collier laddie.
My name, she says, &c.
251. Impromptu Lines to Captain Riddell
© Robert Burns
My goose-quill too rude is
To tell all your goodness
Bestowd on your servant, the Poet;
Would to God I had one
Like a beam of the sun,
And then all the world, sir, should know it!
56. Epistle to Davie, A Brother Poet
© Robert Burns
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw,
An bar the doors wi driving snaw,
An hing us owre the ingle,
I set me down to pass the time,
200. SongThe Young Highland Rover
© Robert Burns
LOUD blaw the frosty breezes,
The snaws the mountains cover;
Like winter on me seizes,
Since my young Highland rover
557. SongFairest Maid on Devons Banks
© Robert Burns
ChorusFairest maid on Devon banks,
Crystal Devon, winding Devon,
Wilt thou lay that frown aside,
And smile as thou wert wont to do?
226. SongI hae a Wife o my Ain
© Robert Burns
I HAE a wife of my ain,
Ill partake wi naebody;
Ill take Cuckold frae nane,
Ill gie Cuckold to naebody.
