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I Murder Hate
I MURDER hate by flood or field,Tho' glory's name may screen us;In wars at home I'll spend my blood—Life-giving wars of Venus.The deities that I..
©  Robert Burns
The Song Of Death
FAREWELL, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies,Now gay with the broad setting sun;Farewell, loves and friendships, ye dear tender ties,Our..
©  Robert Burns
Ballad On The American War
WHEN Guilford good our pilot stoodAn' did our hellim thraw, man,Ae night, at tea, began a plea,Within America, man:Then up they gat the..
©  Robert Burns
Epigram On A Suicide
EARTH'D up, here lies an imp o' hell,Planted by Satan's dibble;Poor silly wretch, he's damned himsel',To save the Lord the trouble.
©  Robert Burns
Song—farewell To The Highlands
FAREWELL to the Highlands, farewell to the North,The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,The hills of the..
©  Robert Burns
357. A Grace Before Dinner
O THOU who kindly dost provideFor every creature's want!We bless Thee, God of Nature wide,For all Thy goodness lent:And if it please Thee, Heavenly..
©  Robert Burns
379. Song—fragment—love For Love
ITHERS seek they ken na what,Features, carriage, and a' that;Gie me love in her I court,Love to love maks a' the sport.Let love sparkle in her..
©  Robert Burns
The Soldier's Return: A Ballad
WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn,And gentle peace returning,Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless,And mony a widow mourning;I left the lines and..
©  Robert Burns
A Prayer In The Prospect Of Death
O THOU unknown, Almighty CauseOf all my hope and fear!In whose dread presence, ere an hour,Perhaps I must appear!If I have wander'd in those pathsOf..
©  Robert Burns
Open The Door To Me, Oh
OH, open the door, some pity to shew,Oh, open the door to me, oh,Tho' thou hast been false, I'll ever prove true,Oh, open the door to me, oh.Cauld is..
©  Robert Burns
A Mother's Lament For Her Son's Death
FATE gave the word, the arrow sped,And pierc'd my darling's heart;And with him all the joys are fledLife can to me impart.By cruel hands the sapling..
©  Robert Burns
Sonnet On The Author's Birthday
SING on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough,Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain,See aged Winter, 'mid his surly reign,At thy blythe carol..
©  Robert Burns
Lines To An Old Sweetheart
ONCE fondly lov'd, and still remember'd dear,Sweet early object of my youthful vows,Accept this mark of friendship, warm, sincere,Friendship! 'tis..
©  Robert Burns
Epitaph On William Muir
AN HONEST man here lies at restAs e'er God with his image blest;The friend of man, the friend of truth,The friend of age, and guide of youth:Few..
©  Robert Burns
523. Song—The Cooper o' Cuddy
Chorus—We'll hide the Cooper behint the door,Behint the door, behint the door,We'll hide the Cooper behint the door,And cover him under a mawn, O.THE..
©  Robert Burns
A Rose-Bud By My Early Walk
A ROSE-BUD by my early walk,Adown a corn-enclosed bawk,Sae gently bent its thorny stalk,All on a dewy morning.Ere twice the shades o' dawn are..
©  Robert Burns
The Ronalds Of The Bennals
In Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men,And proper young lasses and a', man;But ken ye the Ronalds that live in the Bennals,They carry the..
©  Robert Burns
Whistle Ow'R The Lave O'T
My mither sent me tae the mossFor to gaither peats and dross.I cowpit the cairt and hanged the horseAn whistle ow'r the lave o't.My mither sent me..
©  Robert Burns
The Bold Princess Royal
O on the fourteenth day of February we sailed from the landIn the bold Princess Royal bound for Newfoundland.We had forty bright sailors for our..
©  Robert Burns
Sweet Tibbie Dunbar
O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?Wilt thou ride on a horse, or be drawn in a car,Or walk by my..
©  Robert Burns
The Hairst O' Rettie
I hae seen the hairst o' Rettie, lads,And twa-three aff the throne.I've heard o sax and seven weeksThe hairsters girn and groan.But wi' a covie..
©  Robert Burns
Wha Is That At My Bower-Door
'Wha is that at my bower-door?''O wha is it but Findlay!''Then gae your gate, ye'se nae be here:''Indeed maun I,' quo' Findlay;'What mak' ye, sae..
©  Robert Burns
My Eppie Macnab
O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?She's down in the yard, she's kissin the laird,She winna come hame to her ain..
©  Robert Burns
The First Six Verses Of The Ninetieth Psalm Versified
O Thou, the first, the greatest friendOf all the human race!Whose strong right hand has ever beenTheir stay and dwelling place!Before the mountains..
©  Robert Burns
The Auld Farmer's New-Year-Morning Salutation To His Auld Mare , Maggie
A Guide New-year I wish thee, Maggie!Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie:Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' knaggie,I've seen the dayThere could hae..
©  Robert Burns