Fear poems
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469. SongCa the Yowes to the Knowes
© Robert Burns
Chorus.Cathe yowes to the knowes,
Ca them where the heather grows,
Ca them where the burnie rowes,
My bonie Dearie.
132. Reply to a Trimming Epistle, received from a Tailor
© Robert Burns
But, sir, this pleasd them warst of a,
An therefore, Tam, when that I saw,
I said Gude night, an cam awa,
An left the Session;
I saw they were resolvèd a
On my oppression.
Ode IV: To The Honourable Charles Townshend In The Country
© Mark Akenside
I. 1.
How oft shall i survey
249. Sappho Redivivus: A Fragment
© Robert Burns
BY all I lovd, neglected and forgot,
No friendly face eer lights my squalid cot;
Shunnd, hated, wrongd, unpitied, unredrest,
The mockd quotation of the scorners jest!
397. SongWandering Willie (Revised Version)
© Robert Burns
HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie,
Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame;
Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie,
Tell me thou bringst me my Willie the same.
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.
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.
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,
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:
33. SongIndeed will I, quo Findlay
© Robert Burns
WHA is that at my bower-door?
O wha is it but Findlay!
Then gae your gate, yese nae be here:
Indeed maun I, quo Findlay;
264. SongOn a Bank of Flowers
© Robert Burns
ON a bank of flowers, in a summer day,
For summer lightly drest,
The youthful, blooming Nelly lay,
With love and sleep opprest;
520. Ballad on Mr. Herons ElectionNo. 3
© Robert Burns
TWAS in the seventeen hunder year
O grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the waeest man
Of ony man alive.
330. SongThe Gallant Weaver
© Robert Burns
WHERE Cart rins rowin to the sea,
By mony a flower and spreading tree,
There lives a lad, the lad for me,
He is a gallant Weaver.
308. The Epitaph on Captain Matthew Henderson
© Robert Burns
STOP, passenger! my storys brief,
And truth I shall relate, man;
I tell nae common tale o grief,
For Matthew was a great man.
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?
For He Was a Jolly Good Fellow
© Henry Lawson
THEY CHEERED him from the wharfit was a glorious day:
His hand went to his scarfhis thoughts were far away.
Oh, he was Jolly Good, they sang it long and loud
The money lender stood unknown amongst the crowd.
Hed taken him aside, while trembling fit to fall,
No friendly eye espied the last farewell of all!
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.
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.
