Fear poems
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"My Ain Bonnie Lass O' The Glen."
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Ae blink o' the bonnie new mune,
Ay tinted as sune as she's seen,
427. SongWhistle and Ill come to you
© Robert Burns
Chorus.O WHISTLE, an Ill come to ye, my lad,
O whistle, an Ill come to ye, my lad,
Tho father an mother an a should gae mad,
O whistle, an Ill come to ye, my lad.
13. SongBonie Peggy Alison
© Robert Burns
Chor.And Ill kiss thee yet, yet,
And Ill kiss thee oer again:
And Ill kiss thee yet, yet,
My bonie Peggy Alison.
Epilogue
© Alfred Noyes
All the shores when day is done
Fade into the setting sun,
So the story tries to teach
More than can be told in speech.
171. Burlesque Lament fo Wm. Creechs Absence
© Robert Burns
May never wicked Fortune touzle him!
May never wicked men bamboozle him!
Until a pow as aulds Methusalem
He canty claw!
Then to the blessed new Jerusalem,
Fleet wing awa!
218. SongTalk of him thats Far Awa
© Robert Burns
MUSING on the roaring ocean,
Which divides my love and me;
Wearying heavn in warm devotion,
For his weal whereer he be.
Disappointed.
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
AN old man planted and dug and tended,
Toiling in joy from dew to dew;
The Flight of the Goddess
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
A man should live in a garret aloof,
And have few friends, and go poorly clad,
With an old hat stopping the chink in the roof,
To keep the Goddess constant and glad.
509. SongFragmentThere was a Bonie Lass
© Robert Burns
THERE was a bonie lass, and a bonie, bonie lass,
And she loed her bonie laddie dear;
Till Wars loud alarms tore her laddie frae her arms,
Wi mony a sigh and tear.
383. SongMy Wifes a winsome wee thing
© Robert Burns
Chorus.She is a winsome wee thing,
She is a handsome wee thing,
She is a loesome wee thing,
This dear wee wife o mine.
111. Address to Beelzebub
© Robert Burns
LONG life, my Lord, an health be yours,
Unskaithed by hungerd Highland boors;
Lord grant me nae duddie, desperate beggar,
Wi dirk, claymore, and rusty trigger,
440. Address spoken by Miss Fontenelle
© Robert Burns
I could no moreaskance the creature eyeing,
Dye think, said I, this face was made for crying?
Ill laugh, thats poznay more, the world shall know it;
And so, your servant! gloomy Master Poet!
The Father
© Muriel Stuart
The evening found us whom the day had fled,
Once more in bitter anger, you and I,
136. PrayerO Thou Dread Power
© Robert Burns
O THOU dread Power, who reignst above,
I know thou wilt me hear,
When for this scene of peace and love,
I make this prayer sincere.
466. Ode for General Washingtons Birthday
© Robert Burns
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell,
No lyre Æolian I awake;
Tis libertys bold note I swell,
Thy harp, Columbia, let me take!
113. A Dedication to Gavin Hamilton, Esq.
© Robert Burns
The Poet, some guid angel help him,
Or else, I fear, some ill ane skelp him!
He may do weel for a hes done yet,
But onlyhes no just begun yet.
Contemplation
© Francis Thompson
This morning saw I, fled the shower,
The earth reclining in a lull of power:
The heavens, pursuing not their path,
Lay stretched out naked after bath,
Or so it seemed; field, water, tree, were still,
Nor was there any purpose on the calm-browed hill.
295. Epistle to Dr. Blacklock
© Robert Burns
My compliments to sister Beckie,
And eke the same to honest Lucky;
I wat she is a daintie chuckie,
As eer tread clay;
And gratefully, my gude auld cockie,
Im yours for aye.ROBERT BURNS.
241. Written in Friars Carse Hermitage (Second Version)
© Robert Burns
THOU whom chance may hither lead,
Be thou clad in russet weed,
Be thou deckt in silken stole,
Grave these counsels on thy soul.
