War poems
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201. Birthday Ode for 31st December, 1787
© Robert Burns
AFAR 1 the illustrious Exile roams,
Whom kingdoms on this day should hail;
An inmate in the casual shed,
On transient pitys bounty fed,
61. Second Epistle to J. Lapraik
© Robert Burns
Then may Lapraik and Burns arise,
To reach their native, kindred skies,
And sing their pleasures, hopes an joys,
In some mild sphere;
Still closer knit in friendships ties,
Each passing year!
3. SongI dreamd I lay
© Robert Burns
I DREAMD I lay where flowers were springing
Gaily in the sunny beam;
Listning to the wild birds singing,
By a falling crystal stream:
403. The Soldiers Return: A Ballad
© Robert Burns
WHEN wild wars deadly blast was blawn,
And gentle peace returning,
Wi mony a sweet babe fatherless,
And mony a widow mourning;
360. SongAe fond Kiss
© Robert Burns
AE fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears Ill pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans Ill wage thee.
The Splendid Shilling
© John Arthur Phillips
- - Sing, Heavenly Muse,
Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime,
A Shilling, Breeches, and Chimera's Dire.
92. Suppressed Stanzas of The Vision
© Robert Burns
The owner of a pleasant spot,
Near and sandy wilds, I last did note; 14
A heart too warm, a pulse too hot
At times, oerran:
But large in evry feature wrote,
Appeard the Man.
Book Fifth-Books
© William Wordsworth
There was a Boy: ye knew him well, ye cliffs
And islands of Winander!--many a time
At evening, when the earliest stars began
To move along the edges of the hills,
Rising or setting, would he stand alone
Beneath the trees or by the glimmering lake,
97. To John Kennedy, Dumfries House
© Robert Burns
But if, as Im informèd weel,
Ye hate as ills the very deil
The flinty heart that canna feel
Come, sir, heres to you!
Hae, theres my haun, I wiss you weel,
An gude be wi you.ROBT. BURNESS.MOSSGIEL, 3rd March, 1786.
250. SongShes Fair and Fause
© Robert Burns
SHES fair and fause that causes my smart,
I loed her meikle and lang;
Shes broken her vow, shes broken my heart,
And I may een gae hang.
To George B. Cheever
© John Greenleaf Whittier
So spake Esaias: so, in words of flame,
Tekoa's prophet-herdsman smote with blame
The traffickers in men, and put to shame,
All earth and heaven before,
The sacerdotal robbers of the poor.
178. Impromptu on Carron Iron Works
© Robert Burns
WE cam na here to view your warks,
In hopes to be mair wise,
But only, lest we gang to hell,
It may be nae surprise:
The Death
© Leon Gellert
Im hit. Its come at last, I feel a smart
Of needles in
My God
. Im hit again!
1. SongHandsome Nell
© Robert Burns
O ONCE I lovd a bonie lass,
Ay, and I love her still;
And whilst that virtue warms my breast,
Ill love my handsome Nell.
551. Ballad on Mr. Herons ElectionNo. 4
© Robert Burns
WHA will buy my troggin, fine election ware,
Broken trade o Broughton, a in high repair?
77. Epitaph on John Dove, Innkeeper
© Robert Burns
Strong ale was ablution,
Small beer persecution,
A dram was memento mori;
But a full-flowing bowl
Was the saving his soul,
And port was celestial glory.
For Four Guilds: III. The Stone-Masons
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
We have graven the mountain of God with hands,
As our hands were graven of God, they say,
91. The Vision
© Robert Burns
And wear thou thisshe solemn said,
And bound the holly round my head:
The polishd leaves and berries red
Did rustling play;
And, like a passing thought, she fled
In light away. [To Mrs. Stewart of Stair Burns presented a manuscript copy of the Vision. That copy embraces about twenty stanzas at the end of Duan First, which he cancelled when he came to print the price in his Kilmarnock volume. Seven of these he restored in printing his second edition, as noted on p. 174. The following are the verses which he left unpublished.]
