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"O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent,"
Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. The Cotter's Saturday Night (l. 172-173). . .
Family Book of Best Loved Poems, The. David L. George, ed. (1952) Doubleday & Company. |
"Wi' joy unfeigned brothers and sisters meet,
An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers:
The social hours, swift-winged, unnoticed fleet;
Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears;
The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years;
Anticipation forward points the view:"
Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. The Cotter's Saturday Night (l. 37-42). . .
Family Book of Best Loved Poems, The. David L. George, ed. (1952) Doubleday & Company. |
"From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs,
That makes her loved at home, revered abroad;
Princes and lords are but the breath of kings,
"An honest man's the noblest work of God!""
Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. The Cotter's Saturday Night (l. 163-166). . .
Family Book of Best Loved Poems, The. David L. George, ed. (1952) Doubleday & Company. |
"Let them cant about decorum Who have characters to lose!"
Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. repr. In Poetical Works, vol. 2, ed. William Scott Douglas (1891). "The Jolly Beggars," (1799). |
"The time flew by, wi' tentless heed;
Till, 'tween the late and early,
Wi' sma' persuasion she agreed
To see me thro' the barley."
Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. The Rigs o' Barley (l. 5-8). . .
Oxford Book of Scottish Verse, The. John MacQueen and Tom Scott, comps. (1966) Oxford University Press. |
"Some hae meat and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thanket."
Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. Poetical Works, vol. 2, ed. William Scott Douglas (1891). "The Selkirk Grace," (c. 1790). |
"The trumpets sound, the banners fly,
The glittering spears are ranked ready;
The shouts o' war are heard afar,
The battle closes thick and bloody;
But it's no the roar o' sea or shore
Wad mak me langer wish to tarry;
Nor shout o' war that's heard afar,
Its leaving thee, my bonnie Mary."
Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. The Silver Tassie (l. 9-16). . .
New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press. |
"Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner,
Detested, shunn'd by saunt an' sinner,
How dare ye set your fit upon her,
Sae fine a lady!"
Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. To a Louse (l. 7-10). . .
Norton Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. M. H. Abrams, general ed. (5th ed., 1986) W. W. Norton & Company. |
"O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us
And foolish notion:
What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,
And ev'n Devotion!"
Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. To a Louse (l. 43-48). . .
Norton Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. M. H. Abrams, general ed. (5th ed., 1986) W. W. Norton & Company. |
"Such is the fate of simple Bard,
On life's rough ocean luckless starr'd:"
Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. To a Mountain Daisy (l. 37-38). . .
World's Best Loved Poems, The. James Gilchrist Lawson, comp. (1927) Harper & Row. |
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