306. Election Ballad at close of Contest for representing the Dumfries Burghs, 1790 (Robert Burns Poems)
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
LORD, we thank, and thee adore, For temporal gifts we little merit; At present we will ask no more- Let ...
The lovely lass o' Inverness, Nae joy nor pleasure can she see; For e'en and morn she cries, "Alas!" And ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
EARTH'D up, here lies an imp o' hell, Planted by Satan's dibble; Poor silly wretch, he's damned himsel', To save ...
DEAR SIR, at ony time or tide, I'd rather sit wi' you than ride, Though 'twere wi' royal Geordie: And ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
GUID-MORNIN' to our Majesty! May Heaven augment your blisses On ev'ry new birth-day ye see, A humble poet wishes. My ...
FAREWELL, dear friend! may guid luck hit you, And 'mang her favourites admit you: If e'er Detraction shore to smit ...
Is there, for honest Poverty That hings his head, and a' that; The coward-slave, we pass him by, We dare ...
LORD ADVOCATEHE clenched his pamphlet in his fist, He quoted and he hinted, Till, in a declamation-mist, His argument he ...
O THOU who kindly dost provide For every creature's want! We bless Thee, God of Nature wide, For all Thy ...
God, God! With a child's voice I cry, Weak, sad, confidingly- God, God! Thou knowest, eyelids, raised not always up ...
I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it ...
I 'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive ...
The Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word, No gesture of reproach; the Heavens serene Though heavy with armed justice, ...
If it is true, what the Prophets write, That the heathen gods are all stocks and stones, Shall we, for ...
The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower; The graves give up their dead: fair Elenor Walk'd by the ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex-pug ...
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