Robert Burns Poems
To J. Lapraik. (third Epistle.) Sept. 13th, 1785.
Elegy On The Year 1788 A Sketch. For Lords or Kings I dinna mourn,
E'en let them die, for that they're born,
But oh! prodigious to reflec'!
Answer To A Poetical Epistle Sent To The Author By A Tailor. What ails ye now, ye lousie b----h,
To thresh my back at sic a pitch?
Losh, man! hae mercy wi' your natch,
To Ruin. I.
All hail! inexorable lord!
Willie Chalmers. I.
Wi' braw new branks in mickle pride,
A Dream. "Thoughts, words, and deeds, the statute blames with reason;
But surely dreams were ne'er indicted treason."
Epistle To Hugh Parker. In this strange land, this uncouth clime,
A land unknown to prose or rhyme;
Where words ne'er crost the muse's heckles,
Lines Intended To Be Written Under A Noble Earl's Picture. Whose is that noble dauntless brow?
And whose that eye of fire?
And whose that generous princely mien,
Ode Sacred To The Memory Of Mrs. Oswald, Of Auchencruive. Dweller in yon dungeon dark,
Hangman of creation, mark!
Who in widow-weeds appears,
Written In Friars-carse Hermitage, On Nithside. December, 1788. Thou whom chance may hither lead,
Be thou clad in russet weed,
Be thou deck'd in silken stole,
A Prayer - In The Prospect Of Death. O Thou unknown, Almighty Cause
Of all my hope and fear?
In whose dread presence, ere an hour
To Captain Riddel, Of Glenriddel. Extempore Lines On Returning A Newspaper. Ellisland, Monday Evening.
Your news and review, Sir, I've read through and through, Sir,
On The Death Of Sir James Hunter Blair. The lamp of day, with ill-presaging glare,
Dim, cloudy, sunk beneath the western wave;
Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the darkening air,
To Clarinda. Clarinda, mistress of my soul,
The measur'd time is run!
The wretch beneath the dreary pole
To Mrs. Scott, Of Wauchope. I mind it weel in early date,
When I was beardless, young and blate,
An' first could thresh the barn;
Address To An Illegitimate Child. Thou's welcome, wean, mischanter fa' me,
If ought of thee, or of thy mammy,
Shall ever daunton me, or awe me,
To The Rev. John M'math. Sept. 17th, 1785.
The Twa Dogs. - A Tale. Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle
That bears the name o' Auld King Coil,
Upon a bonnie day in June,
Written With A Pencil, Standing By The Fall Of Fyers, Near Loch-ness Among the heathy hills and ragged woods
The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods;
Till full he dashes on the rocky mounds,
The Cotter's Saturday Night. - Inscribed To Robert Aiken, Esq. "Let not ambition mock their useful toil,
Their homely joys, and destiny obscure:
Nor grandeur hear, with a disdainful smile,
Poetical Address To Mr. W. Tytler, With The Present Of The Bard's Picture. Revered defender of beauteous Stuart,
Of Stuart, a name once respected,
A name, which to love, was once mark of a true heart,
The Holy Fair. A robe of seeming truth and trust
Did crafty observation;
And secret hung, with poison'd crust,
The Dean Of Faculty. - A New Ballad. I.
Dire was the hate at old Harlaw,
Lines Written On A Bank-note. Wae worth thy power, thou cursed leaf,
Fell source o' a' my woe an' grief;
For lack o' thee I've lost my lass,
The American War. - A Fragment. I.
When Guildford good our pilot stood,
The Brigs Of Ayr, A Poem, Inscribed To J. Ballantyne, Esq., Ayr. The simple Bard, rough at the rustic plough,
Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough;
The chanting linnet, or the mellow thrush,
To A Lady, With A Present Of A Pair Of Drinking-glasses. Fair Empress of the Poet's soul,
And Queen of Poetesses;
Clarinda, take this little boon,
The Calf. - To The Rev. Mr. James Steven. On his text, MALACHI, iv. 2 - "And ye shall go forth, and grow up as CALVES of the stall."
Address To Edinburgh. I.
Edina! Scotia's darling seat!
On The Death Of Robert Dundas, Esq., Of Arniston, Late Lord President Of The Court Of Session. Lone on the bleaky hills the straying flocks
Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks;
Down from the rivulets, red with dashing rains,
Remorse. - A Fragment. Of all the numerous ills that hurt our peace,
That press the soul, or wring the mind with anguish,
Beyond comparison the worst are those
To Gavin Hamilton, Esq., Mauchline. (recommending A Boy.) Mossgiel, May 3, 1786.
Epistle To A Young Friend. - May, 1786. I.
I lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend,
Letter To James Tennant, Of Glenconner. Auld comrade dear, and brither sinner,
How's a' the folk about Glenconner?
How do you this blae eastlin wind,
On A Scotch Bard, Gone To The West Indies. A' ye wha live by sowps o' drink,
A' ye wha live by crambo-clink,
A' ye wha live and never think,
Tam Samson's Elegy. "An honest man's the noblest work of God."
The First Six Verses Of The Ninetieth Psalm. O Thou, the first, the greatest friend
Of all the human race!
Whose strong right hand has ever been
Elegy On The Death Of Robert Ruisseaux. Now Robin lies in his last lair,
He'll gabble rhyme, nor sing nae mair,
Cauld poverty, wi' hungry stare,
The First Psalm. The man, in life wherever plac'd,
Hath happiness in store,
Who walks not in the wicked's way,
The Author's Earnest Cry And Prayer To The Scotch Representatives In The House Of Commons. 'Dearest of distillation! last and best!----
------How art thou lost!--------'
Man Was Made To Mourn. - A Dirge. When chill November's surly blast
Made fields and forests bare,
One ev'ning as I wandered forth
The Inventory; - In Answer To A Mandate By The Surveyor Of The Taxes. Sir, as your mandate did request,
I send you here a faithfu' list,
O' gudes, an' gear, an' a' my graith,
Address To The Unco Guid, Or The Rigidly Righteous. "My son, these maxims make a rule,
And lump them ay thegither;
The Rigid Righteous is a fool,
To J. Lapraik. - An Old Scottish Bard. (first Epistle.) April 1st, 1785.
While briers an' woodbines budding green,
To A Mountain Daisy, On Turning One Down With The Plough In April, 1786. Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r,
Thou's met me in an evil hour;
For I maun crush amang the stoure
To A Louse, On Seeing One In A Lady's Bonnet, At Church Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie!
Your impudence protects you sairly:
I canna say by ye strunt rarely,
Second Epistle To Davie, - A Brother Poet. AULD NIBOR,
I'm three times doubly o'er your debtor,
For your auld-farrent, frien'ly letter;
To William Simpson, Ochiltree. May, 1785.
Nature's Law. - A Poem Humbly Inscribed To G. H. Esq. "Great nature spoke, observant man obey'd."
Address To The Deil "O Prince! O Chief of many throned Pow'rs,
That led th' embattled Seraphim to war."
Total 973 poems written by Robert Burns
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