War poems
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The Spirit Of Poetry
© George Essex Evans
She is the flower-maid of the dreaming noon,
The goddess of the temple of the night;
Where the berg-turrets gleam beneath the moon
She builds Her throne of white.
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,
311. On the Birth of a Posthumous Child
© Robert Burns
SWEET flowret, pledge o meikle love,
And ward o mony a prayer,
What heart o stane wad thou na move,
Sae helpless, sweet, and fair?
242. The Poets Progress
© Robert Burns
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign;
Of thy caprice maternal I complain.
The peopled fold thy kindly care have found,
The hornèd bull, tremendous, spurns the ground;
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.
Sonnet XIII. To La Fayette
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
As when far off the warbled strains are heard
That soar on Morning's wing the vales among,
Within his cage th' imprisoned matin bird
Swells the full chorus with a generous song:
394. SongBraw Lads o Gala Water
© Robert Burns
BRAW, braw lads on Yarrow-braes,
They rove amang the blooming heather;
But Yarrow braes, nor Ettrick shaws
Can match the lads o Galla Water.
419. Bonie Jean: A Ballad
© Robert Burns
THERE was a lass, and she was fair,
At kirk or market to be seen;
When a our fairest maids were met,
The fairest maid was bonie Jean.
104. The Lament
© Robert Burns
O THOU pale orb that silent shines
While care-untroubled mortals sleep!
Thou seest a wretch who inly pines.
And wanders here to wail and weep!
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!
Horace, Lib. I, Epist. IX, Imitated. To The Right Honourable Mr. Harley
© Matthew Prior
From this wild fancy, sir, there may proceed
One wilder yet, which I foresee, and dread;
That I, in fact, a real interest have,
Which to my own advantage I would save,
And, with the usual courtier's trick, intend
To serve myself, forgetful of my friend.
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.
392. SongPoortith cauld and restless love
© Robert Burns
O POORTITH cauld, and restless love,
Ye wrack my peace between ye;
Yet poortith a I could forgive,
An twere na for my Jeanie.
60. Epistle on J. Lapraik
© Robert Burns
But, to conclude my lang epistle,
As my auld pens worn to the gristle,
Twa lines frae you wad gar me fissle,
Who am, most fervent,
While I can either sing or whistle,
Your friend and servant.
258. Epistle to James Tennant of Glenconner
© Robert Burns
Now fare ye weel, an joy be wi you:
For my sake, this I beg it o you,
Assist poor Simson a ye can,
Yell fin; him just an honest man;
Sae I conclude, and quat my chanter,
Yours, saint or sinner,ROB THE RANTER.
149. Mr. William Smellie: A Sketch
© Robert Burns
SHREWD Willie Smellie to Crochallan came;
The old cockd hat, the grey surtout the same;
His bristling beard just rising in its might,
Twas four long nights and days to shaving night:
346. SongSuch a parcel of Rogues in a Nation
© Robert Burns
FAREWEEL to a our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory;
Fareweel evn to the Scottish name,
Sae famd in martial story.
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.
