479. Epigram on a Swearing Coxcomb (Robert Burns Poem)
HERE cursing, swearing Burton lies, A buck, a beau, or "Dem my eyes!" Who in his life did little good, ...
HERE cursing, swearing Burton lies, A buck, a beau, or "Dem my eyes!" Who in his life did little good, ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
NOW Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o' daisies white Out o'er the ...
IN wood and wild, ye warbling throng, Your heavy loss deplore; Now, half extinct your powers of song, Sweet Echo ...
THOU whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these ...
WEE, modest crimson-tippèd flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender ...
NO more, ye warblers of the wood! no more; Nor pour your descant grating on my soul; Thou young-eyed Spring! ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
HERE lies, now a prey to insulting neglect, What once was a butterfly, gay in life's beam: Want only of ...
HE who of Rankine sang, lies stiff and dead, And a green grassy hillock hides his head; Alas! alas! a ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786 Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil ...
FAREWELL, dear friend! may guid luck hit you, And 'mang her favourites admit you: If e'er Detraction shore to smit ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
ITHERS seek they ken na what, Features, carriage, and a' that; Gie me love in her I court, Love to ...
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