Power poems
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131. SongWillie Chalmers
© Robert Burns
WI braw new branks in mickle pride,
And eke a braw new brechan,
My Pegasus Im got astride,
And up Parnassus pechin;
344. SongNithdales Welcome Hame
© Robert Burns
THE NOBLE Maxwells and their powers
Are coming oer the border,
And theyll gae big Terreagles towers
And set them a in order.
Sonnet 96: Thought, With Good Cause
© Sir Philip Sidney
Thought, with good cause thou lik'st so well the Night,
Since kind or chance gives both one livery,
Both sadly black, both blackly darken'd be,
Night barr'd from sun, thou from thy own sunlight;
To The Poet, John Dyer
© William Wordsworth
BARD of the Fleece, whose skilful genius made
That work a living landscape fair and bright;
Nor hallowed less with musical delight
Than those soft scenes through which thy childhood strayed,
539. SongO thats the lassie o my heart
© Robert Burns
O WAT ye wha that loes me
And has my heart a-keeping?
O sweet is she that loes me,
As dews o summer weeping,
In tears the rosebuds steeping!
By the Window
© Edward Dowden
STILL deep into the West I gazed; the light
Clear, spiritual, tranquil as a bird
My Napoleon
© Victor Marie Hugo
Above all others, everywhere I see
His image cold or burning;
My brain it thrills, and many time sets free
The thoughts within me yearning.
380. SongSaw ye Bonie Lesley
© Robert Burns
O SAW ye bonie Lesley,
As she gaed oer the Border?
Shes gane, like Alexander,
To spread her conquests farther.
289. SongAwa, Whigs, Awa
© Robert Burns
Chorus.Awa Whigs, awa!
Awa Whigs, awa!
Yere but a pack o traitor louns,
Yell do nae gude at a.
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.
498. SongFor the sake o Somebody
© Robert Burns
MY heart is sairI dare na tell,
My heart is sair for Somebody;
I could wake a winter night
For the sake o Somebody.
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.
Ode IV: To The Honourable Charles Townshend In The Country
© Mark Akenside
I. 1.
How oft shall i survey
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.
Earth's Eternity
© John Clare
Man, Earth's poor shadow! talks of Earth's decay:
But hath it nothing of eternal kin?
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.
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:
