172. Note to Mr. Renton of Lamerton (Robert Burns Poem)
YOUR billet, Sir, I grant receipt; Wi' you I'll canter ony gate, Tho' 'twere a trip to yon blue warl', ...
YOUR billet, Sir, I grant receipt; Wi' you I'll canter ony gate, Tho' 'twere a trip to yon blue warl', ...
WHEN Morine, deceas'd, to the Devil went down, 'Twas nothing would serve him but Satan's own crown; "Thy fool's head," ...
What name do I have for you? Certainly there is not name for you In the sense that the stars ...
You thought I was that type: That you could forget me, And that I'd plead and weep And throw myself ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
MY lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne'er assails in vain; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear Your humble ...
AULD comrade dear, and brither sinner, How's a' the folk about Glenconner? How do you this blae eastlin wind, That's ...
LONG life, my Lord, an' health be yours, Unskaithed by hunger'd Highland boors; Lord grant me nae duddie, desperate beggar, ...
EXPECT na, sir, in this narration, A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication, To roose you up, an' ca' you guid, An' sprung ...
THOU greybeard, old Wisdom! may boast of thy treasures; Give me with young Folly to live; I grant thee thy ...
THERE was five Carlins in the South, They fell upon a scheme, To send a lad to London town, To ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
SIR, o'er a gill I gat your card, I trow it made me proud; "See wha taks notice o' the ...
GRANT me, indulgent Heaven, that I may live, To see the miscreants feel the pains they give; Deal Freedom's sacred ...
ORTHODOX! orthodox, who believe in John Knox, Let me sound an alarm to your conscience: A heretic blast has been ...
THOU'S 1 welcome, wean; mishanter fa' me, If thoughts o' thee, or yet thy mamie, Shall ever daunton me or ...
THE WINTRY west extends his blast, And hail and rain does blaw; Or the stormy north sends driving forth The ...
O THOU, in whom we live and move- Who made the sea and shore; Thy goodness constantly we prove, And ...
'O DREARY life,' we cry, ' O dreary life ! ' And still the generations of the birds Sing through ...
I loved you- even now I may confess Some embers of my love their fire retain But do not let ...
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun Coral is far more red than her lips’ red, If snow be ...
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