let fragrant birks, in woodbines drest,
my craggy cliffs adorn;
and, for the little songster's nest,
the close embow'ring thorn.
so may old scotia's darling hope,
your little angel band
spring, like their fathers, up to prop
their honour'd native land!
so may, thro' albion's farthest ken,
to social-flowing glasses,
the grace be—“athole's honest men,
and athole's bonie lasses!
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns lines on the fall of fyers near loch-ness. lines on the fall of fyers near loch-ness.
written with a pencil on the spot.
among the heathy hills and ragged woods
the roaring fyers pours his mossy floods;
till full he dashes on the rocky mounds,
where, thro' a shapeless breach, his stream resounds.
as high in air the bursting torrents flow,
as deep recoiling surges foam below,
prone down the rock the whitening sheet descends,
and viewles echo's ear, astonished, rends.
dim-seen, through rising mists and ceaseless show'rs,
the hoary cavern, wide surrounding lours:
still thro' the gap the struggling river toils,
and still, below, the horrid cauldron boils—
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns epigram on parting with a kind host in the highlands epigram on parting with a kind host in the highlands
when death's dark stream i ferry o'er,
a time that surely shalle,
in heav'n itself i'll ask no more,
than just a highland wee.
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns strathallans lament strathallan's lament 注释标题 burns confesses that his jacobtism was merely sentimental “except when my passions were heated by some accidental cause,” and a tour through the country where montrose, claverhouse, and prince charles had fought, was cause enough. strathallan fell gloriously at culloden.—lang.
thickest night, o'erhang my dwelling!
howling tempests, o'er me rave!
turbid torrents, wintry swelling,
roaring by my lonely cave!
crystal streamlets gently flowing,
busy haunts of base mankind,
western breezes softly blowing,
suit not my distracted mind.
in the cause of right engaged,
wrongs injurious to redress,
honour's war we strongly waged,
but the heavens denied success.
ruin's wheel has driven o'er us,
not a hope that dare attend,
the wide world is all before us—
but a world without a friend.
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns castle gordon castle gordon
streams that glide in orient plains,
never bound by winter's chains;
glowing here on golden sands,
there immix'd with foulest stains
from tyranny's empurpled hands;
these, their richly gleaming waves,
i leave to tyrants and their slaves;
give me the stream that sweetly laves
the banks by castle gordon.
spicy forests, ever gray,
shading from the burning ray
hapless wretches sold to toil;
or the ruthless native's way,
bent on slaughter, blood, and spoil:
woods that ever verdant wave,
i leave the tyrant and the slave;
give me the groves that lofty brave
the storms by castle gordon.
wildly here, without control,
nature reigns and rules the whole;
in that sober pensive mood,
dearest to the feeling soul,
she plants the forest, pours the flood:
life's poor day i'll musing rave
and find at night a sheltering cave,
where waters flow and wild woods wave,
by bonie castle gordon.
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns song—lady onlie, honest lucky song—lady onlie, honest lucky
tune—“the ruffian's rant.”
a' the lads o' thorniebank,
when they gae to the shore o' bucky,
they'll step in an' tak a pint
wi' lady onlie, honest lucky.
chorus.—lady onlie, honest lucky,
brews gude ale at shore o' bucky;
i wish her sale for her gude ale,
the best on a' the shore o' bucky.
her house sae bien, her curch sae clean
i wat she is a daintie chuckie;
and cheery blinks the ingle-gleed
o' lady onlie, honest lucky!
lady onlie, c.
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns theniel menzies bonie mary theniel menzies' bonie mary
air—“the ruffian's rant,” or “roy's wife.”
inin by the brig o' dye,
at darlet we a blink did tarry;
as day was dawnin in the sky,
we drank a health to bonie mary.
chorus.—theniel menzies' bonie mary,
theniel menzies' bonie mary,
charlie grigor tint his plaidie,
kissin' theniel's bonie mary.
her een sae bright, her brow sae white,
her haffet locks as brown's a berry;
and aye they dimpl't wi' a smile,
the rosy cheeks o' bonie mary.
theniel menzies' bonie mary, c.
we lap a' danc'd the lee-lang day,
till piper lads were wae and weary;
but charlie gat the spring to pay
for kissin theniel's bonie mary.
theniel menzies' bonie mary, c.
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns the bonie lass of albany the bonie lass of albany 注释标题 natural daughter of prince charles edward.
tune—“mary's dream.”
my heart is wae, and unco wae,
to think upon the raging sea,
that roars between her gardens green
an' the bonie lass of albany.
this lovely maid's of royal blood
that ruled albion's kingdoms three,
but oh, alas! for her bonie face,
they've wrang'd the lass of albany.
in the rolling tide of spreading clyde
there sits an isle of high degree,
and a town of fame whose princely name
should grace the lass of albany.
but there's a youth, a witless youth,
that fills the place where she should be;
we'll send him o'er to his native shore,
and bring our ain sweet albany.
alas the day, and woe the day,
a false usurper wan the gree,
who nowmands the towers and lands—
the royal right of albany.
we'll daily pray, we'll nightly pray,
on bended knees most fervently,
the time maye, with pipe an' drum
we'll wee hame fair albany.
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns on scaring some water-fowl in loch-turit on scaring some water-fowl in loch-turit
a wild scene among the hills of oughtertyre.
“this was the production of a solitary forenoon's walk from oughtertyre house. i lived there, the guest of sir william murray, for two or three weeks, and was much flattered by my hospitable reception. what a pity that the mere emotions of gratitude are so impotent in this world. 'tis lucky that, as we are told, they will be of some avail in the world toe.” —r.b., glenriddell mss.
why, ye tenants of the lake,
for me your wat'ry haunt forsake?
tell me, fellow-creatures, why
at my presence thus you fly?
why disturb your social joys,
parent, filial, kindred ties?—
mon friend to you and me,
yature's gifts to all are free:
peaceful keep your dimpling wave,
busy feed, or wanton lave;
or, beneath the sheltering rock,
bide the surging billow's shock.
conscious, blushing for our race,
soon, too soon, your fears i trace,
man, your proud, usurping foe,
would be lord of all below:
plumes himself in freedom's pride,
tyrant stern to all beside.
the eagle, from the cliffy brow,
marking you his prey below,
in his breast no pity dwells,
strong necessitypels:
but man, to whom alone is giv'n
a ray direct from pitying heav'n,
glories in his heart humane—
and creatures for his pleasure slain!
in these savage, liquid plains,
only known to wand'ring swains,
where the mossy riv'let strays,
far from human haunts and ways;
all on nature you depend,
and life's poor season peaceful spend.