Poems begining by &
/ page 28 of 41 /
499. SongA Mans a Man for a that
© Robert Burns
IS there for honest Poverty
That hings his head, an a that;
The coward slave-we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a that!
197. SongThe Banks of the Devon
© Robert Burns
HOW pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon,
With green spreading bushes and flowrs blooming fair!
But the boniest flowr on the banks of the Devon
Was once a sweet bud on the braes of the Ayr.
100. Inscribed on a Work of Hannah Mores
© Robert Burns
THOU flattring mark of friendship kind,
Still may thy pages call to mind
The dear, the beauteous donor;
Tho sweetly female evry part,
196. Epitaph for Mr. W. Cruickshank
© Robert Burns
HONEST 1 Will to Heavens away
And mony shall lament him;
His fauts they a in Latin lay,
In English nane eer kent them.
167. Epitaph for Mr. William Michie, Schoolmaster
© Robert Burns
HERE lie Willie Michies banes;
O Satan, when ye tak him,
Gie him the schulin o your weans,
For clever deils hell mak them!
74. FragmentHer Flwoing Locks
© Robert Burns
HER flowing locks, the ravens wing,
Adown her neck and bosom hing;
How sweet unto that breast to cling,
And round that neck entwine her!
35. Epitaph on William Hood, Senior
© Robert Burns
HERE Souter Hood in death does sleep;
To hell if hes gane thither,
Satan, gie him thy gear to keep;
Hell haud it weel thegither.
321. SongCraigieburn Wood
© Robert Burns
SWEET closes the evning on Craigieburn Wood,
And blythely awaukens the morrow;
But the pride o the spring in the Craigieburn Wood
Can yield to me nothing but sorrow.
43. SongO Leave Novels!
© Robert Burns
O LEAVE novels, 1 ye Mauchline belles,
Yere safer at your spinning-wheel;
Such witching books are baited hooks
For rakish rooks, like Rob Mossgiel;
296. The Five Carlins: An Election Ballad
© Robert Burns
THERE was five Carlins in the South,
They fell upon a scheme,
To send a lad to London town,
To bring them tidings hame.
335. SongFragmentJohnie lad, Cock up your Beaver
© Robert Burns
WHEN first my brave Johnie lad came to this town,
He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown;
But now he has gotten a hat and a feather,
Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver!
261. The Wounded Hare
© Robert Burns
INHUMAN man! curse on thy barbrous art,
And blasted be thy murder-aiming eye;
May never pity soothe thee with a sigh,
Nor ever pleasure glad thy cruel heart!
102. To a Mountain Daisy
© Robert Burns
Evn thou who mournst the Daisys fate,
That fate is thineno distant date;
Stern Ruins plough-share drives elate,
Full on thy bloom,
Till crushd beneath the furrows weight,
Shall be thy doom!
281. Sonnet to R. Graham, Esq., on Receiving a Favour
© Robert Burns
I CALL no Goddess to inspire my strains,
A fabled Muse may suit a bard that feigns:
Friend of my life! my ardent spirit burns,
And all the tribute of my heart returns,
88. The Authors Earnest Cry and Prayer
© Robert Burns
Scotland, my auld, respected mither!
Tho whiles ye moistify your leather,
Till, whare ye sit on craps o heather,
Ye tine your dam;
Freedom an whisky gang thegither!
Take aff your dram!
41. Epistle to John Rankine
© Robert Burns
It pits me aye as mads a hare;
So I can rhyme nor write nae mair;
But pennyworths again is fair,
When times expedient:
Meanwhile I am, respected Sir,
Your most obedient.
413. Grace before and after Meat
© Robert Burns
O LORD, when hunger pinches sore,
Do thou stand us in stead,
And send us, from thy bounteous store,
A tup or wether head! Amen.
390. SongA Health to them thats awa
© Robert Burns
Note 1. Charles James Fox. [back]
Note 2. Hon. Thos. Erskine, afterwards Lord Erskine. [back]
44. The Mauchline Lady: A Fragment
© Robert Burns
WHEN first I came to Stewart Kyle,
My mind it was na steady;
Whereer I gaed, whereer I rade,
A mistress still I had aye.
484. SongSaw you my dear, my Philly
© Robert Burns
O SAW ye my Dear, my Philly?
O saw ye my Dear, my Philly,
Shes down i the grove, shes wi a new Love,
She winna come hame to her Willy.
