of home-news or foreign,
no murders or rapes worth the naming.
our friends, the reviewers,
those chippers and hewers,
are judges of mortar and stone, sir;
but of meet or unmeet,
in a fabricplete,
i'll boldly pronounce they are none, sir;
my goose-quill too rude is
to tell all your goodness
bestow'd on your servant, the poet;
would to god i had one
like a beam of the sun,
and then all the world, sir, should know it!
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns lines to john mmurdo, esq. of drumlanrig lines to john m'murdo, esq. of drumlanrig
sent with some of the author's poems.
o could i give thee india's wealth,
as i this trifle send;
because thy joy in both would be
to share them with a friend.
but golden sands did never grace
the heliconian stream;
then take what gold could never buy—
an honest bard's esteem.
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns rhyming reply to a note from captain riddell rhyming reply to a note from captain riddell
dear, sir, at ony time or tide,
i'd rather sit wi' you than ride,
though 'twere wi' royal geordie:
and trowth, your kindness, soon and late,
aft gars me to mysel' look blate—
the lord in heav'n reward ye!
r. burns.
ellisland.
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns caledonia—a ballad caledonia—a ballad
tune—“caledonian hunts' delight” of mr. gow.
there was once a day, but old time wasythen young,
that brave caledonia, the chief of her line,
from some of your northern deities sprung,
(who knows not that brave caledonia's divine?)
from tweed to the orcades was her domain,
to hunt, or to pasture, or do what she would:
her heav'nly relations there fixed her reign,
and pledg'd her their godheads to warrant it good.
a lambkin in peace, but a lion in war,
the pride of her kindred, the heroine grew:
her grandsire, old odin, triumphantly swore,—
“whoe'er shall provoke thee, th' encounter shall rue!”
with tillage or pasture at times she would sport,
to feed her fair flocks by her green rustling corn;
but chiefly the woods were her fav'rite resort,
her darling amusement, the hounds and the horn.
long quiet she reigned; till thitherward steers
a flight of bold eagles from adria's strand:
repeated, successive, for many long years,
they darken'd the air, and they plunder'd the land:
their pounces were murder, and terror their cry,
they'd conquer'd and ruin'd a world beside;
she took to her hills, and her arrows let fly,
the daring invaders they fled or they died.
the cameleon-savage disturb'd her repose,
with tumult, disquiet, rebellion, and strife;
provok'd beyond bearing, at last she arose,
and robb'd him at once of his hopes and his life:
the anglian lion, the terror of france,
oft prowling, ensanguin'd the tweed's silver flood;
but, taught by the bright caledonian lance,
he learned to fear in his own native wood.
the fell harpy-raven took wing from the north,
the scourge of the seas, and the dread of the shore;
the wild scandinavian boar issued forth
to wanton in carnage and wallow in gore:
o'er countries and kingdoms their fury prevail'd,
no arts could appease them, no arms could repel;
but brave caledonia in vain they assail'd,
as largs well can witness, and loncartie tell.
thus bold, independent, unconquer'd, and free,
her bright course of glory for ever shall run:
for brave caledonia immortal must be;
i'll prove it from euclid as clear as the sun:
rectangle—triangle, the figure we'll chuse:
the upright is chance, and old time is the base;
but brave caledonia's the hypothenuse;
then, ergo, she'll match them, and match them always.
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns to miss cruickshank to miss cruickshank
a very young lady
written on the blank leaf of a book, presented to her by the author.
beauteous rosebud, young and gay,
blooming in thy early may,
never may'st thou, lovely flower,
chilly shrink in sleety shower!
never boreas' hoary path,
never eurus' pois'nous breath,
never baleful stellar lights,
taint thee with untimely blights!
never, never reptile thief
riot on thy virgin leaf!
nor even sol too fiercely view
thy bosom blushing still with dew!
may'st thou long, sweet crimson gem,
richly deck thy native stem;
till some ev'ning, sober, calm,
dropping dews, and breathing balm,
while all around the woodland rings,
and ev'ry bird thy requiem sings;
thou, amid the dirgeful sound,
shed thy dying honours round,
and resign to parent earth
the loveliest form she e'er gave birth.
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns beware o bonie ann beware o' bonie ann
ye gallants bright, i rede you right,
beware o' bonie ann;
herely face sae fu' o' grace,
your heart she will trepan:
her een sae bright, like stars by night,
her skin sae like the swan;
sae jimply lac'd her genty waist,
that sweetly ye might span.
youth, grace, and love attendant move,
and pleasure leads the van:
in a' their charms, and conquering arms,
they wait on bonie ann.
the captive bands may chain the hands,
but love enslaves the man:
ye gallants braw, i rede you a',
beware o' bonie ann!
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns ode on the departed regency bill ode on the departed regency bill
(march, 1789)
daughter of chaos' doting years,
nurse of ten thousand hopes and fears,
whether thy airy, insubstantial shade
(the rights of sepulture now duly paid)
spread abroad its hideous form
on the roaring civil storm,
deafening din and warring rage
factions wild with factions wage;
or under-ground, deep-sunk, profound,
among the demons of the earth,
with groans that make the mountains shake,
thou mourn thy ill-starr'd, blighted birth;
or in the uncreated void,
where seeds of future being fight,
with lessen'd step thou wander wide,
to greet thy mother—ancient night.
and as each jarring, monster-mass is past,
fond recollect what once thou wast:
in manner due, beneath this sacred oak,
hear, spirit, hear! thy presence i invoke!
by a monarch's heaven-struck fate,
by a disunited state,
by a generous prince's wrongs.
by a senate's strife of tongues,
by a premier's sullen pride,
louring on the changing tide;
by dread thurlow's powers to awe
rhetoric, blasphemy and law;
by the turbulent ocean—
a nation'smotion,
by the harlot-caresses
of borough addresses,
by days few and evil,
(thy portion, poor devil!)
by power, wealth, and show,
(the gods by men adored,)
by nameless poverty,
(their hell abhorred,)
by all they hope, by all they fear,
hear! and appear!
stare not on me, thou ghastly power!
nor, grim with chained defiance, lour:
no babel-structure would i build
where, order exil'd from his native sway,
confusion may the regent-sceptre wield,
while all would rule and none obey:
go, to the world of man relate
the story of thy sad, eventful fate;
and call presumptuous hope to hear
and bid him check his blind career;
and tell the sore-prest sons of care,
never, never to despair!
paint charles' speed on wings of fire,
the object of his fond desire,
beyond his boldest hopes, at hand:
paint all the triumph of the portland band;
hark how they lift the joy-elated voice!
and who are these that equally rejoice?