Answer to Burn’s Address To The De’il (Nora Pembroke Poems)
O thou wild rantin' wicked wit;Are thy works, thy fame livin' yet?Will thae daft people never quit An ne'er ha'e doneDisturbin' ...
O thou wild rantin' wicked wit;Are thy works, thy fame livin' yet?Will thae daft people never quit An ne'er ha'e doneDisturbin' ...
PART I.Dark, with shrouds of mist surrounded. Rise the mountains from the shore,Where the galleys of the Islesmen Stand updrawn, their voyage ...
What ails ye, bonnie Mary Lee? What gars ye greet an' pine?Your e'e is dim, your cheek is wan— What ails ye, ...
A Legend of Luggie Burn (Langloan)Wow, Maggie, hae ye seen a ghaist? Your maist as white as ane yoursel,'Wi' een like ...
Aul' Sheepieknowe! how dear the name! Lane birthplace o' my gude forbears;Scene o' their life-lang cares an' toils, Their sunny joys an' ...
The fever-cloud hung owre the toun, Dark drippin' wi' the dews o' death,That fell on mony a lowly hame Wi' silent, stealin,' ...
She wrocht her wark an' never lintit,Her wrangs to nane she ever mintit;An' tho' they war baith grit an' sair,O' ...
Ye wha are fain to hae your nameWrote in the bonny book of fame,Let merit nae pretension claimTo laurel'd wreath,But ...
In Ioyows Iulii, quhen the flouris suete,Degesteable engenered throu the heet,Baith erbe and froyte, busk and bewis, braidHaboundandlye in euiry ...
The wind it blew, and the ship it flew,And it was "Hey for hame!"But up an' cried the skipper til ...
O waly, waly, my gay goss-hawk,Gin your feathering be sheen!"And waly, waly, my master dear,Gin ye look pale and lean!"O ...
Some speak of lords, some speak of lairds,And sic like men of high degree;Of a gentleman I sing a sang,Some ...
'Twas the turn o' the nicht when a' was quateAn' niver a licht to see,That Death cam' stappin' the clachan ...
_PROTHALAMION_1503Love who art above us all,Guard the treasure on her way,Flower of England, fair and tall,Maiden-wise and maiden-gay,As her northward ...
Air — "Earl Marischal."When Royal pow'r was hunted down,And Cromwell bore the bell, sir, How safe and sound lay Scotland's ...
We hae the crown without a head,The sceptre's but a hand, O;The ancient warlike royal blade,Might be a willow wand, ...
FRIDAY first's the day appointed By the Right Worshipful anointed, To hold our grand procession; To get a blad o' ...
ORTHODOX! orthodox, who believe in John Knox, Let me sound an alarm to your conscience: A heretic blast has been ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
King Robert the Bruce's deadly enemy, John of Lorn, Joined the English with eight hundred Highlanders one morn, All strong, ...
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