War 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;
The Old Pioneers
© Frank Dalby Davison
h, these old friends of ours! Sixty years back,
Bearded and booted, they followed the track,
Abd-El-Kader At Toulon Or, The Caged Hawk
© William Makepeace Thackeray
No more, thou lithe and long-winged hawk, of desert-life for thee;
No more across the sultry sands shalt thou go swooping free:
Blunt idle talons, idle beak, with spurning of thy chain,
Shatter against thy cage the wing thou ne'er may'st spread again.
517. SongO wat ye whas in yon town
© Robert Burns
ChorusO wat ye whas in yon town,
Ye see the eenin sun upon,
The dearest maids in yon town,
That eening sun is shining on.
247. Ode, Sacred to the Memory of Mrs. Oswald of Auchencruive
© Robert Burns
EPODE And are they of no more avail,
Ten thousand glittering pounds a-year?
In other worlds can Mammon fail,
Omnipotent as he is here!
L'ile Sainte Croix
© Arthur Wentworth Hamilton Eaton
WITH tangled brushwood overgrown,
And here and there a lofty pine,
Around whose form strange creepers twine,
And crags that mock the wild sea's moan,
90. Epistle to James Smith
© Robert Burns
Whilst Ibut I shall haud me there,
Wi you Ill scarce gang ony where
Then, Jamie, I shall say nae mair,
But quat my sang,
Content wi you to mak a pair.
Whareer I gang.
Backward
© William Carlos Williams
A three-day-long rain from the east--
an terminable talking, talking
493. SongContented wi little, and cantie wi mair
© Robert Burns
CONTENTED wi little, and cantie wi mair,
Wheneer I forgather wi Sorrow and Care,
I gie them a skelp as theyre creeping alang,
Wi a cog o gude swats and an auld Scottish sang.
Chorus.Contented wi little, &c.
430. SongDainty Davie
© Robert Burns
NOW rosy May comes in wi flowers,
To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers;
And now comes in the happy hours,
To wander wi my Davie.
172. Note to Mr. Renton of Lamerton
© Robert Burns
YOUR billet, Sir, I grant receipt;
Wi you Ill canter ony gate,
Tho twere a trip to yon blue warl,
Whare birkies march on burning marl:
Then, Sir, God willing, Ill attend ye,
And to his goodness I commend ye.R. BURNS
208. SongTo the Weavers gin ye go
© Robert Burns
MY heart was ance as blithe and free
As simmer days were lang;
But a bonie, westlin weaver lad
Has gart me change my sang.
Incommunicado
© Sylvia Plath
The groundhog on the mountain did not run
But fatly scuttled into the splayed fern
537. SongO bonie was yon rosy Brier
© Robert Burns
O BONIE was yon rosy brier,
That blooms sae far frae haunt o man;
And bonie she, and ah, how dear!
It shaded frae the eenin sun.
401. SongMeg o the Mill
© Robert Burns
O KEN ye what Meg o the Mill has gotten,
An ken ye what Meg o the Mill has gotten?
She gotten a coof wi a claut o siller,
And broken the heart o the barley Miller.
Christian Exaltation
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Yea! what hast thou to do with gloom,
Whose footsteps spurn the conquered tomb?
Thou that through dreariest dark can see
A smiling immortality?
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!
199. SongMy Peggys Charms
© Robert Burns
MY Peggys face, my Peggys form,
The frost of hermit Age might warm;
My Peggys worth, my Peggys mind,
Might charm the first of human kind.
Spring Song To Ireland
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Weep no more, heart of my heart, no more!
The night has passed and the dawn is here,
