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186. Lines on the Fall of Fyers
© Robert Burns
AMONG the heathy hills and ragged woods
The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods;
Till full he dashes on the rocky mounds,
Where, thro a shapeless breach, his stream resounds.
424. SongPhillis the Fair
© Robert Burns
WHILE larks, with little wing,
Fannd the pure air,
Tasting the breathing Spring,
Forth I did fare:
418. SongO were my love you lilac fair
© Robert Burns
O WERE my love yon Lilac fair,
Wi purple blossoms to the Spring,
And I, a bird to shelter there,
When wearied on my little wing!
93. The Rantin Dog, the Daddie ot
© Robert Burns
O WHA my babie-clouts will buy?
O wha will tent me when I cry?
Wha will kiss me where I lie?
The rantin dog, the daddie ot.
22. SongRaging Fortune: A Fragment
© Robert Burns
O RAGING Fortunes withering blast
Has laid my leaf full low, O!
O raging Fortunes withering blast
Has laid my leaf full low, O!
350. Epistle to John Maxwell, Esq., of Terraughty
© Robert Burns
Fareweel, auld birkie! Lord be near ye,
And then the deil, he daurna steer ye:
Your friends aye love, your faes aye fear ye;
For me, shame fa me,
If neist my heart I dinna wear ye,
While Burns they ca me.
349. SongKenmures on and awa, Willie
© Robert Burns
O KENMURES on and awa, Willie,
O Kenmures on and awa:
An Kenmures lords the bravest lord
That ever Galloway saw.
245. Versicles on Sign-Posts
© Robert Burns
CURSD be the man, the poorest wretch in life,
The crouching vassal to a tyrant wife!
Who has no will but by her high permission,
Who has not sixpence but in her possession;
190. SongLady Onlie, Honest Luckie
© Robert Burns
A THE lads o Thorniebank,
When they gae to the shore o Bucky,
Theyll step in an tak a pint
Wi Lady Onlie, honest Lucky.
173. Elegy on Stella
© Robert Burns
STRAIT is the spot and green the sod
From whence my sorrows flow;
And soundly sleeps the ever dear
Inhabitant below.
455. Epitaph on a noted coxcomb
© Robert Burns
LIGHT lay the earth on Billys breast,
His chicken heart so tender;
But build a castle on his head,
His scull will prop it under.
185. The Humble Petition of Bruar Water
© Robert Burns
MY lord, I know your noble ear
Woe neer assails in vain;
Emboldend thus, I beg youll hear
Your humble slave complain,
64. Fragment of SongMy Jean!
© Robert Burns
THO cruel fate should bid us part,
Far as the pole and line,
Her dear idea round my heart,
Should tenderly entwine.
151. SongBonie Dundee: A Fragment
© Robert Burns
MY blessins upon thy sweet wee lippie!
My blessins upon thy ee-brie!
Thy smiles are sae like my blythe sodger laddie,
Thous aye the dearer, and dearer to me!
30. SongComposed in August
© Robert Burns
NOW westlin winds and slaughtring guns
Bring Autumns pleasant weather;
The moorcock springs on whirring wings
Amang the blooming heather:
202. On the Death of Robert Dundas, Esq., of Arniston
© Robert Burns
LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks
Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks;
Down from the rivulets, red with dashing rains,
The gathering floods burst oer the distant plains;
311. On the Birth of a Posthumous Child
© Robert Burns
SWEET flowret, pledge o meikle love,
And ward o mony a prayer,
What heart o stane wad thou na move,
Sae helpless, sweet, and fair?
426. SongBy Allan Stream
© Robert Burns
BY Allan stream I chancd to rove,
While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi;
The winds are whispering thro the grove,
The yellow corn was waving ready:
242. The Poets Progress
© Robert Burns
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign;
Of thy caprice maternal I complain.
The peopled fold thy kindly care have found,
The hornèd bull, tremendous, spurns the ground;
14. SongMary Morison
© Robert Burns
O MARY, at thy window be,
It is the wishd, the trysted hour!
Those smiles and glances let me see,
That make the misers treasure poor:
