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Epigram Addressed To An Artist Epigram Addressed To An Artist

Epigram Addressed To An Artist
Dear _____, I'll gie ye some advice, You'll tak it no uncivil: You shouldna paint at angels mair, But try and paint the devil. To paint an Angel's kittle wark, Wi' Nick, there's little danger: You'll easy draw a lang-kent face, But no sae weel a stranger.--R. B.1787(The end)Robert Burns's poem: Epigram Addressed To An Artist... Poems - Post by : orson - Date : June 2011 - Author : Robert Burns - Read : 2403

Epigram At Roslin Inn Epigram At Roslin Inn

Epigram At Roslin Inn
My blessings on ye, honest wife! I ne'er was here before; Ye've wealth o' gear for spoon and knife-- Heart could not wish for more. Heav'n keep you clear o' sturt and strife, Till far ayont fourscore, And while I toddle on thro' life, I'll ne'er gae by your door!1787(The end)Robert Burns's poem: Epigram At Roslin Inn... Poems - Post by : WCarmier - Date : June 2011 - Author : Robert Burns - Read : 2202

My Lord A-hunting My Lord A-hunting

My Lord A-hunting
Chorus.--My lady's gown, there's gairs upon't, And gowden flowers sae rare upon't; But Jenny's jimps and jirkinet, My lord thinks meikle mair upon't. My lord a-hunting he is gone, But hounds or hawks wi' him are nane; By Colin's cottage lies his game, If Colin's Jenny be at hame. My lady's gown, &c. My lady's white, my lady's red, And kith... Poems - Post by : SiteSwitcher - Date : June 2011 - Author : Robert Burns - Read : 1852

The Bonie Moor-hen The Bonie Moor-hen

The Bonie Moor-hen
The heather was blooming, the meadows were mawn, Our lads gaed a-hunting ae day at the dawn, O'er moors and o'er mosses and mony a glen, At length they discover'd a bonie moor-hen. Chorus.--I rede you, beware at the hunting, young men, I rede you, beware at the hunting, young men; Take some on the wing, and some as they spring, But cannily steal on a bonie moor-hen. Sweet--brushing... Poems - Post by : bojohansson - Date : June 2011 - Author : Robert Burns - Read : 3027

Prologue, Spoken By Mr. Woods At Edinburgh Prologue, Spoken By Mr. Woods At Edinburgh

Prologue, Spoken By Mr. Woods At Edinburgh
(Spoken by Mr. Woods on his benefit-night, Monday, 16th April, 1787.) When, by a generous Public's kind acclaim, That dearest meed is granted--honest fame; Waen here your favour is the actor's lot, Nor even the man in private life forgot; What breast so dead to heavenly Virtue's glow, But heaves impassion'd with the grateful throe? Poor is the task to please a barb'rous throng, It needs no Siddons' powers... Poems - Post by : Goran_Eriksson - Date : June 2011 - Author : Robert Burns - Read : 3030

Verses Intended To Be Written Below A Noble Earl's Picture Verses Intended To Be Written Below A Noble Earl's Picture

Verses Intended To Be Written Below A Noble Earl's Picture
(The Nobleman is James, Fourteenth Earl of Glencairn.)Whose is that noble, dauntless brow? And whose that eye of fire? And whose that generous princely mien, E'en rooted foes admire? Stranger! to justly show that brow, And mark that eye of fire, Would take His hand, whose vernal tints His other works admire. Bright as a cloudless summer sun, With stately port he moves;... Poems - Post by : thicks - Date : June 2011 - Author : Robert Burns - Read : 789

Epistle To Mrs. Scott Of Wauchope-house Epistle To Mrs. Scott Of Wauchope-house

Epistle To Mrs. Scott Of Wauchope-house
Gudewife of Wauchope--House, Roxburghshire. Gudewife, I Mind it weel in early date, When I was bardless, young, and blate, An' first could thresh the barn, Or haud a yokin' at the pleugh; An, tho' forfoughten sair eneugh, Yet unco proud to learn: When first amang the yellow corn A man I reckon'd was, An' wi' the lave ilk merry morn... Poems - Post by : mams1 - Date : June 2011 - Author : Robert Burns - Read : 1509

Inscription For The Headstone Of Fergusson The Poet Inscription For The Headstone Of Fergusson The Poet

Inscription For The Headstone Of Fergusson The Poet
Inscription for the Headstone of Fergusson the Poet (1)No sculptured marble here, nor pompous lay, "No storied urn nor animated bust;" This simple stone directs pale Scotia's way, To pour her sorrows o'er the Poet's dust. Additional Stanzas She mourns, sweet tuneful youth, thy hapless fate; Tho' all the powers of song thy fancy fired, Yet Luxury and Wealth lay by in state, And, thankless, starv'd what they so... Poems - Post by : nparekh - Date : June 2011 - Author : Robert Burns - Read : 2679

Extempore In The Court Of Session Extempore In The Court Of Session

Extempore In The Court Of Session
Tune--"Killiercrankie." Lord Advocate He clenched his pamphlet in his fist, He quoted and he hinted, Till, in a declamation-mist, His argument he tint it: He gaped for't, he graped for't, He fand it was awa, man; But what his common sense came short, He eked out wi' law, man.  Mr. Erskine Collected, Harry stood awee,... Poems - Post by : laurieslegends - Date : June 2011 - Author : Robert Burns - Read : 1281

Rattlin', Roarin' Willie Rattlin', Roarin' Willie

Rattlin', Roarin' Willie
As I cam by Crochallan, I cannilie keekit ben; Rattlin', roarin' Willie Was sittin at yon boord-en'; Sittin at yon boord-en, And amang gude companie; Rattlin', roarin' Willie, You're welcome hame to me!1787(The end)Robert Burns's poem: Rattlin', Roarin' Willie... Poems - Post by : omegaman - Date : June 2011 - Author : Robert Burns - Read : 1049

Mr. William Smellie--a Sketch Mr. William Smellie--a Sketch

Mr. William Smellie--a Sketch
Shrewd Willie Smellie to Crochallan came; The old cock'd hat, the grey surtout the same; His bristling beard just rising in its might, 'Twas four long nights and days to shaving night: His uncomb'd grizzly locks, wild staring, thatch'd A head for thought profound and clear, unmatch'd; Yet tho' his caustic wit was biting-rude, His heart was warm, benevolent, and good.1787(The end)Robert Burns's poem: Mr. William Smellie--A Sketch... Poems - Post by : mulletchop - Date : June 2011 - Author : Robert Burns - Read : 1793

Bonie Dundee Bonie Dundee

Bonie Dundee
My blessin's upon thy sweet wee lippie! My blessin's upon thy e'e-brie! Thy smiles are sae like my blythe sodger laddie, Thou's aye the dearer, and dearer to me! But I'll big a bow'r on yon bonie banks, Whare Tay rins wimplin' by sae clear; An' I'll cleed thee in the tartan sae fine, And mak thee a man like thy daddie dear.1787(The end)Robert Burns's poem: Bonie Dundee... Poems - Post by : tfreeland - Date : June 2011 - Author : Robert Burns - Read : 2192

To Miss Logan, With Beattie's Poems, For A New-year's Gift, Jan. 1, 1787 To Miss Logan, With Beattie's Poems, For A New-year's Gift, Jan. 1, 1787

To Miss Logan, With Beattie's Poems, For A New-year's Gift, Jan. 1, 1787
Again the silent wheels of time Their annual round have driven, And you, tho' scarce in maiden prime, Are so much nearer Heaven. No gifts have I from Indian coasts The infant year to hail; I send you more than India boasts, In Edwin's simple tale. Our sex with guile, and faithless love, Is charg'd, perhaps too true; But may, dear... Poems - Post by : jeremy101 - Date : June 2011 - Author : Robert Burns - Read : 2258

Address To A Haggis Address To A Haggis

Address To A Haggis
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the pudding-race! Aboon them a' yet tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy o'a grace As lang's my arm. The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdies like a distant hill, Your pin was help to mend a mill In time o'need, While thro' your pores the dews... Poems - Post by : leiann - Date : June 2011 - Author : Robert Burns - Read : 3460

Address To Edinburgh Address To Edinburgh

Address To Edinburgh
Edina! Scotia's darling seat! All hail thy palaces and tow'rs, Where once, beneath a Monarch's feet, Sat Legislation's sov'reign pow'rs: From marking wildly scatt'red flow'rs, As on the banks of Ayr I stray'd, And singing, lone, the lingering hours, I shelter in they honour'd shade. Here Wealth still swells the golden tide, As busy Trade his labours plies; There Architecture's noble... Poems - Post by : surimanickam - Date : June 2011 - Author : Robert Burns - Read : 3047

Yon Wild Mossy Mountains Yon Wild Mossy Mountains

Yon Wild Mossy Mountains
Yon wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide, That nurse in their bosom the youth o' the Clyde, Where the grouse lead their coveys thro' the heather to feed, And the shepherd tends his flock as he pipes on his reed. Not Gowrie's rich valley, nor Forth's sunny shores, To me hae the charms o'yon wild, mossy moors; For there, by a lanely, sequestered stream, Besides a sweet lassie, my thought and my... Poems - Post by : pacesetter - Date : June 2011 - Author : Robert Burns - Read : 2094

Fragment On Sensibility Fragment On Sensibility

Fragment On Sensibility
Rusticity's ungainly form May cloud the highest mind; But when the heart is nobly warm, The good excuse will find. Propriety's cold, cautious rules Warm fervour may o'erlook: But spare poor sensibility Th' ungentle, harsh rebuke.1786(The end)Robert Burns's poem: Fragment On Sensibility... Poems - Post by : collegeman03 - Date : June 2011 - Author : Robert Burns - Read : 3302

Epistle To Major Logan Epistle To Major Logan

Epistle To Major Logan
Hail, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie, We never heed, But take it like the unback'd filly, Proud o' her speed. When, idly goavin', whiles we saunter, Yirr! fancy barks, awa we canter, Up hill, down brae, till some mischanter, Some black bog-hole, Arrests us; then the scathe an' banter... Poems - Post by : hlatt - Date : June 2011 - Author : Robert Burns - Read : 1091

Per Contra Per Contra

Per Contra
Go, Fame, an' canter like a filly Thro' a' the streets an' neuks o' Killie; Tell ev'ry social honest billie To cease his grievin'; For, yet unskaithed by Death's gleg gullie. Tam Samson's leevin'!1786(The end)Robert Burns's poem: Per Contra... Poems - Post by : diveman - Date : June 2011 - Author : Robert Burns - Read : 2129

The Epitaph (tam Samson's Weel-worn Clay Here Lies) The Epitaph (tam Samson's Weel-worn Clay Here Lies)

The Epitaph (tam Samson's Weel-worn Clay Here Lies)
Tam Samson's weel-worn clay here lies Ye canting zealots, spare him! If honest worth in Heaven rise, Ye'll mend or ye win near him.1786(The end)Robert Burns's poem: Epitaph (Tam Samson's Weel-Worn Clay Here Lies)... Poems - Post by : Lonnie - Date : June 2011 - Author : Robert Burns - Read : 2187