Tag: 18th century poems

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by Robert Burns
To the Right Honorable The Earl of Breadalbane, President of the Right Honorable and Honorable the / Highland Society, which met...
by Robert Burns
While winds frae off Ben-Lomond blaw, / And bar the doors wi’ driving snaw, / And hing us owre the ingle, / I set me down,...
by Carolina Oliphant
The laird o' Cockpen, he's proud an' he's great, / His mind is ta'en up wi' the things o' the...
by Robert Burns
Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west, / The drift is driving sairly; / Sae loud and shrill’s I hear...
by Robert Burns
Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlan ferlie! / Your impudence protects you sairly: / I canna say but ye strunt rarely, / Owre gawze and lace; / Tho’...
by Robert Burns
Of Brownyis and of Bogillis full is this buke. / — Gawin Douglas / / When chapman billies leave the street, / And drouthy neebors, neebors...
by Robert Burns
Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled, / Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, / Welcome to your gory bed,— / Or to victorie.— / / Now ’s the day,...
by Robert Burns
Lament in rhyme, lament in prose, / Wi’ saut tears trickling down your nose; / Our Bardie’s fate is as a close / Past a’ remead! / The...
by Robert Burns
O Mary, at thy window be, / It is the wish’d, the trysted hour; / Those smiles and glances let me see, / That make the...
by Robert Burns
John Anderson my jo, John, / When we were first acquent; / Your locks were like the raven, / Your bony brow was brent; / But now your...
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