Car poems
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At Dawn
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
The dawn is here! I climb the hill;
The earth is young and strangely still;
A tender green is showing where
But yesterday my fields were bare. . . .
I climb and, as I climb, I sing;
The dawn is here, and with it - spring!
86. The Auld Farmers New-Year-Morning Salutation to his Auld Mare, Maggie
© Robert Burns
Weve worn to crazy years thegither;
Well toyte about wi ane anither;
Wi tentie care Ill flit thy tether
To some haind rig,
Whare ye may nobly rax your leather,
Wi sma fatigue.
538. SongNow Spring has clad the grove in green
© Robert Burns
NOW spring has clad the grove in green,
And strewd the lea wi flowers;
The furrowd, waving corn is seen
Rejoice in fostering showers.
492. Dialogue SongPhilly and Willy
© Robert Burns
He. O PHILLY, happy be that day,
When roving thro the gatherd hay,
My youthfu heart was stown away,
And by thy charms, my Philly.
The Monks Of Basle
© John Hay
I tore this weed from the rank, dark soil
Where it grew in the monkish time,
I trimmed it close and set it again
In a border of modern rhyme.
269. SongSweet Tibbie Dunbar
© Robert Burns
O WILT thou go wi me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
O wilt thou go wi me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
Wilt thou ride on a horse, or be drawn in a car,
Or walk by my side, O sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
Ode IV: To The Honourable Charles Townshend In The Country
© Mark Akenside
I. 1.
How oft shall i survey
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.
Blossom Of Life.
© Arthur Henry Adams
SO now she lies silent and sweet
With white flowers at her head and feet,
And she, the fairest flower, between.
The bud that with her bosom's swell
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!
Love Declared
© Francis Thompson
I looked, she drooped, and neither spake, and cold,
We stood, how unlike all forecasted thought
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;
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,
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.
83. The Cotters Saturday Night
© Robert Burns
MY lovd, my honourd, much respected friend!
No mercenary bard his homage pays;
With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end,
My dearest meed, a friends esteem and praise:
