Address to the Devil (Robert Burns Poems)
1 O thou! whatever title suit thee,--2 Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie!3 Wha in yon cavern, grim an' sootie,4 ...
1 O thou! whatever title suit thee,--2 Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie!3 Wha in yon cavern, grim an' sootie,4 ...
A Legend of Luggie Burn (Langloan)Wow, Maggie, hae ye seen a ghaist? Your maist as white as ane yoursel,'Wi' een like ...
O thou! whatever title suit thee,-Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie!Wha in yon cavern, grim an' sootie,Clos'd under hatches,Spairges about ...
The long gray twilight falls and deeper glooms Close round the graying wood that dimmer growsAs dies the Day's last yearning ...
I.There in the calamus he standsWith frog-webbed feet and bat-winged hands;His glow-worm garb glints goblin-wise; And elfishly, and elfishly,Above the gleam ...
O heart,—that beat the bird's blithe blood,The blithe bird's strain, and understoodThe song it sang to leaf and bud,—What dost ...
LAST night, whan silence reign'd o'er a' the house,Nae other thing was stirring, but a Mouse,That sought ilk hole, ilka ...
A fiddler sits, wha has never been seen, On the ledgin' o' Boglebriggs;An' aye when the clock strikes the midnicht ...
The mist crept in from the sea Out of the void and the vast; And it bore the silver ...
Over the wave-rim faint and far (Spectral sail and ghostly spar) Through the mist-banks a vessel glides Biding the ...
Oh, the shadows they lie deep in the glen of Castlemaine, Purple as the gulfs of sleep, gray as are ...
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
HEAR, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;- If there's a hole in a' your coats, ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
You are a friend then, as I make it out, Of our man Shakespeare, who alone of us Will put ...
Weary and listless, sad and slow, Without any conversation, Was a man that worked on The Overflow, The butt of ...
Now at our casement the wind is shrilling, Poignant and keen And all the great boughs of the pines between ...
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