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450. Monody on a Lady, famed for her Caprice
© Robert Burns
HOW cold is that bosom which folly once fired,
How pale is that cheek where the rouge lately glistend;
How silent that tongue which the echoes oft tired,
How dull is that ear which to flattry so listend!
370. SongSic a Wife as Willie had
© Robert Burns
WILLIE WASTLE dwalt on Tweed,
The spot they cad it Linkumdoddie;
Willie was a wabster gude,
Could stown a clue wi ony body:
327. On Glenriddells Fox breaking his chain: A Fragment
© Robert Burns
These things premised, I sing a Fox,
Was caught among his native rocks,
And to a dirty kennel chained,
How he his liberty regained.
114. Versified Note to Dr. Mackenzie, Mauchline
© Robert Burns
FRIDAY firsts the day appointed
By the Right Worshipful anointed,
To hold our grand procession;
To get a blad o Johnies morals,
154. Lines Inscribed under Fergussons Portrait
© Robert Burns
CURSE on ungrateful man, that can be pleased,
And yet can starve the author of the pleasure.
O thou, my elder brother in misfortune,
By far my elder brother in the Muses,
139. Lines on Meeting with Lord Daer
© Robert Burns
Then from his Lordship I shall learn,
Henceforth to meet with unconcern
One rank as weels another;
Nae honest, worthy man need care
To meet with noble youthful Daer,
For he but meets a brother.
49. Epigram on the said Occasion
© Robert Burns
O DEATH, hadst thou but spard his life,
Whom we this day lament,
We freely wad exchanged the wife,
And a been weel content.
307. Elegy on Captain Matthew Henderson
© Robert Burns
Go to your sculpturd tombs, ye Great,
In a the tinsel trash o state!
But by thy honest turf Ill wait,
Thou man of worth!
And weep the ae best fellows fate
Eer lay in earth.
189. Verses on Castle Gordon
© Robert Burns
STREAMS that glide in orient plains,
Never bound by Winters chains;
Glowing here on golden sands,
There immixd with foulest stains
126. Lines written on a Bank-note
© Robert Burns
WAE worth thy power, thou cursed leaf!
Fell source o a my woe and grief!
For lack o thee Ive lost my lass!
For lack o thee I scrimp my glass!
519. Ballad on Mr. Herons ElectionNo. 2
© Robert Burns
FY, let us a to Kirkcudbright,
For there will be bickerin there;
For Murrays light horse are to muster,
And O how the heroes will swear!
288. SongThe Braes o Killiecrankie
© Robert Burns
WHERE hae ye been sae braw, lad?
Whare hae ye been sae brankie, O?
Whare hae ye been sae braw, lad?
Cam ye by Killiecrankie, O?
177. Elegy on the Death of Sir James Hunter Blair
© Robert Burns
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare,
Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave;
Th inconstant blast howld thro the darkning air,
And hollow whistled in the rocky cave.
446. A Vision
© Robert Burns
AS I stood by yon roofless tower,
Where the waflower scents the dewy air,
Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower,
And tells the midnight moon her care.
474. On seeing Mrs. Kemble in Yarico
© Robert Burns
KEMBLE, thou curst my unbelief
For Moses and his rod;
At Yaricos sweet nor of grief
The rock with tears had flowd.
273. SongTam Glen
© Robert Burns
MY heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,
Some counsel unto me come len,
To anger them a is a pity,
But what will I do wi Tam Glen?
274. SongCarle, an the King come
© Robert Burns
Chorus.Carle, an the King come,
Carle, an the King come,
Thou shalt dance and I will sing,
Carle, an the King come.
31. SongMy Nanie, O!
© Robert Burns
BEHIND yon hills where Lugar flows,
Mang moors an mosses many, O,
The wintry sun the day has closd,
And Ill awa to Nanie, O.
512. SongGuid ale keeps the heart aboon
© Robert Burns
ChorusO gude ale comes and gude ale goes;
Gude ale gars me sell my hose,
Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon
Gude ale keeps my heart aboon!
387. Epigram on Miss Fontenelle
© Robert Burns
SWEET naïveté of feature,
Simple, wild, enchanting elf,
Not to thee, but thanks to Nature,
Thou art acting but thyself.
