Robert Burns Poems on Pleasure (52 Poems)
Ae Fond Kiss (Robert Burns Poems)
1 Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;2 Ae fareweel, and then forever!3 Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee,4 Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee.5 Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,6 While the star of hope she … Continue reading
A Fond Kiss (Robert Burns Poems)
A fond kiss, and then we sever;A farewell, and then forever!Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee,Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee.Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,While the star of hope she leaves him?Me, nae cheerfu’ twinkle lights … Continue reading
405. Epigram-Commissary Goldie’s Brains (Robert Burns Poems)
LORD, to account who dares thee call, Or e’er dispute thy pleasure? Else why, within so thick a wall, Enclose so poor a treasure? (Robert Burns)
470. Song-She says she loes me best of a’ (Robert Burns Poems)
SAE flaxen were her ringlets, Her eyebrows of a darker hue, Bewitchingly o’er-arching Twa laughing e’en o’ lovely blue; Her smiling, sae wyling. Wad make a wretch forget his woe; What pleasure, what treasure, Unto these rosy lips to grow! … Continue reading
514. Song-The Lass o’ Ecclefechan (Robert Burns Poems)
GAT ye me, O gat ye me, O gat ye me wi’ naething? Rock an reel, and spinning wheel, A mickle quarter basin: Bye attour my Gutcher has A heich house and a laich ane, A’ forbye my bonie sel, … Continue reading
227. Verses on Friars’ Carse Hermitage (First Version) (Robert Burns Poems)
THOU whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these maxims on thy soul. Life is but a day at most, Sprung from night, in darkness lost: Hope not sunshine … Continue reading
517. Song-O wat ye wha’s in yon town (Robert Burns Poems)
Chorus-O wat ye wha’s in yon town, Ye see the e’enin sun upon, The dearest maid’s in yon town, That e’ening sun is shining on. NOW haply down yon gay green shaw, She wanders by yon spreading tree; How blest … Continue reading
232. Song-The Day Returns (Robert Burns Poem)
THE DAY returns, my bosom burns, The blissful day we twa did meet: Tho’ winter wild in tempest toil’d, Ne’er summer-sun was half sae sweet. Than a’ the pride that loads the tide, And crosses o’er the sultry line; Than … Continue reading
90. Epistle to James Smith (Robert Burns Poem)
DEAR SMITH, the slee’st, pawkie thief, That e’er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; For ne’er a bosom yet was prief Against your arts. For me, I swear by sun an’ moon, An’ ev’ry … Continue reading
340. Song-Thou Fair Eliza (Robert Burns Poem)
TURN again, thou fair Eliza! Ae kind blink before we part; Rue on thy despairing lover, Can’st thou break his faithfu’ heart? Turn again, thou fair Eliza! If to love thy heart denies, Oh, in pity hide the sentence Under … Continue reading
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