A Dedication (Robert Burns Poems)
Expect na, sir, in this narration,A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication,To roose you up, an' ca' you guid,An' sprung o' great an' ...
Expect na, sir, in this narration,A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication,To roose you up, an' ca' you guid,An' sprung o' great an' ...
SAD thy tale, thou idle page, And rueful thy alarms: Death tears the brother of her love From Isabella's arms. ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
HOW wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite, How Virtue and Vice blend their black and their white, How Genius, ...
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
THIS 1 wot ye all whom it concerns, I, Rhymer Robin, alias Burns, October twenty-third, A ne'er-to-be-forgotten day, Sae far ...
DOES haughty Gaul invasion threat? Then let the louns beware, Sir; There's wooden walls upon our seas, And volunteers on ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
EXPECT na, sir, in this narration, A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication, To roose you up, an' ca' you guid, An' sprung ...
NO 1 sculptured marble here, nor pompous lay, "No storied urn nor animated bust;" This simple stone directs pale Scotia's ...
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south ...
WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One ev'ning, as I wander'd forth Along the banks of ...
HOW can my poor heart be glad, When absent from my sailor lad; How can I the thought forego- He's ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
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