Death poems
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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!
The Beauteous Terrorist
© Sir Henry Parkes
Soft as the morning's pearly light,
Where yet may rise the thunder-cloud,
Her gentle face was ever bright
With noble thought and purpose proud.
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;
January
© John Payne
THIS is the bitter birth-month of the year.
The sun looms large against the leaden sky,
209. SongMPhersons Farewell
© Robert Burns
FAREWELL, ye dungeons dark and strong,
The wretchs destinie!
MPhersons time will not be long
On yonder gallows-tree.
67. Epistle to John Goldie, in Kilmarnock
© Robert Burns
Ive seen me dazed upon a time,
I scarce could wink or see a styme;
Just ae half-mutchkin does me prime,
Ought less is little
Then back I rattle on the rhyme,
As glegs a whittle.
291. SongThe Captive Ribband
© Robert Burns
DEAR Myra, the captive ribbands mine,
Twas all my faithful love could gain;
And would you ask me to resign
The sole reward that crowns my pain?
287. SongThe Battle of Sherramuir
© Robert Burns
O CAM ye here the fight to shun,
Or herd the sheep wi me, man?
Or were ye at the Sherra-moor,
Or did the battle see, man?
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,
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.
April Byeway
© Edmund Blunden
Friend whom I never saw, yet dearest friend,
Be with me travelling on the byeway now
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.
The Suliote Mother
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
She stood upon the loftiest peak,
Amidst the clear blue sky,
A bitter smile was on her cheek,
And a dark flash in her eye.
The Song Of The Negro Boatmen
© Anonymous
So sing our dusky gondoliers;
And with a secret pain,
And smiles that seem akin to tears,
We hear the wild refrain.
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.
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,
Hospital Duties
© Anonymous
Fold away all your bright-tinted dresses,
Turn the key on your jewels today,
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.
