Ode to Superstition

ODE TO SUPERSTITION.[1] I. 1. Hence, to the realms of Night, dire Demon, hence! Thy chain of adamant can bind That little world, the human mind, And sink its noblest powers to impotence. Wake the lion’s loudest roar, Clot his shaggy mane with gore, With flashing fury bid his eye-balls shine; Meek is his savage, […]

The Pleasures of Memory

Twilight’s soft dews steal o’er the village-green, With magic tints to harmonize the scene. Still’d is the hum that thro’ the hamlet broke, When round the ruins of their antient oak The peasants flock’d to hear the minstrel play, And games and carols clos’d the busy day. Her wheel at rest, the matron thrills no […]

10 Valentine’s Day Scrapbooking Ideas With or Without Photos

Valentine’s Day is all about romance, love and friendship. It may not be a common picture-taking opportunity, but with or without a photo, there are still plenty of Valentine’s Day scrapbooking ideas. Remember this February 14th and that special someone you asked to be yours with these Valentine’s Day scrapbook page tips. 1. Find a […]

Robert Burns: Jockey’s Taen The Parting Kiss:

Jockey’s Taen The Parting Kiss   1795 Type: Song Tune: Bonie lass tak a man. Jockey’s taen the parting kiss, O’er the mountains he is gane, And with him is a’ my bliss, Nought but griefs with me remain, Spare my Love, ye winds that blaw, Plashy sleets and beating rain! Spare my Love, thou […]

Robert Burns: Had I The Wyte? She Bade Me:

Had I The Wyte? She Bade Me   1795 Type: Poem Had I the wyte, had I the wyte, Had I the wyte? she bade me; She watch’d me by the hie-gate side, And up the loan she shaw’d me. And when I wadna venture in, A coward loon she ca’d me: Had Kirk an’ […]

Robert Burns: The Lass That Made The Bed To Me :

The Lass That Made The Bed To Me   1795 Type: Poem When Januar’ wind was blawing cauld, As to the north I took my way, The mirksome night did me enfauld, I knew na where to lodge till day: By my gude luck a maid I met, Just in the middle o’ my care, […]

Robert Burns: Ballads on Mr. Heron’s Election, 1795: Second-Election Day

Ballads on Mr. Heron’s Election, 1795 Second-Election Day1795 Type: Song Tune: Fy, let us a’ to the Bridal. Fy, let us a’ to Kirkcudbright, For there will be bickerin’ there; For Murray’s light horse are to muster, And O how the heroes will swear! And there will be Murray, Commander, And Gordon, the battle to […]

Robert Burns: O Steer Her Up An’ Haud Her Gaun:

O Steer Her Up An’ Haud Her Gaun   1795 Type: Poem O steer her up, an’ haud her gaun, Her mither’s at the mill, jo; An’ gin she winna tak a man, E’en let her tak her will, jo. First shore her wi’ a gentle kiss, And ca’ anither gill, jo; An’ gin she […]

Robert Burns: Philly And Willy:

Philly And Willy   1794 Type: Song Tune: The Sow’s tail to Geordie. He. O Philly, happy be that day, When roving thro’ the gather’d hay, My youthfu’ heart was stown away, And by thy charms, my Philly. She. O Willy, aye I bless the grove Where first I own’d my maiden love, Whilst thou […]

Robert Burns: By Allan Stream:

By Allan Stream   1793 Type: Song By Allan stream I chanc’d to rove, While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi; The winds are whispering thro’ the grove, The yellow corn was waving ready: I listen’d to a lover’s sang, An’ thought on youthfu’ pleasures mony; And aye the wild-wood echoes rang- “O, dearly do I love […]

Robert Burns: Highland Mary:

Highland Mary   1792 Type: Song Tune: Katherine Ogie. Ye banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o’ Montgomery! Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie: There Simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last Farewell O’ my sweet Highland Mary. […]

Robert Burns: O Can Ye Labour Lea?:

O Can Ye Labour Lea?   1792 Type: Poem Chorus-O can ye labour lea, young man, O can ye labour lea? It fee nor bountith shall us twine Gin ye can labour lea. I fee’d a man at Michaelmas, Wi’ airle pennies three; But a’ the faut I had to him, He could na labour […]

Robert Burns: When She Cam’ Ben She Bobbed :

When She Cam’ Ben She Bobbed   1792 Type: Poem O when she cam’ ben she bobbed fu’ law, O when she cam’ ben she bobbed fu’ law, And when she cam’ ben, she kiss’d Cockpen, And syne denied she did it at a’. And was na Cockpen right saucy witha’? And was na Cockpen […]

Robert Burns: Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever:

Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever   1791 Type: Song Tune: Rory Dall’s Port. Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee. Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves […]

Robert Burns: My Eppie Macnab:

My Eppie Macnab   1791 Type: Poem 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 Jock Rab. O come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab; O come thy ways to […]

Robert Burns: The Posie :

The Posie   1791 Type: Poem O luve will venture in where it daur na weel be seen, O luve will venture in where wisdom ance has been; But I will doun yon river rove, amang the wood sae green, And a’ to pu’ a Posie to my ain dear May. The primrose I will […]

Robert Burns: The Five Carlins: An Election Ballad

The Five Carlins An Election Ballad1789 Type: Song Tune: Chevy Chase. There was five Carlins in the South, They fell upon a scheme, To send a lad to London town, To bring them tidings hame. Nor only bring them tidings hame, But do their errands there, And aiblins gowd and honor baith Might be that […]

Robert Burns: To Mary In Heaven:

To Mary In Heaven   1789 Type: Poem Thou ling’ring star, with lessening ray, That lov’st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher’st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See’st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear’st thou the […]

Robert Burns: My Love, She’s But A Lassie Yet:

My Love, She’s But A Lassie Yet   1789 Type: Poem My love, she’s but a lassie yet, My love, she’s but a lassie yet; We’ll let her stand a year or twa, She’ll no be half sae saucy yet; I rue the day I sought her, O! I rue the day I sought her, […]

Robert Burns: Jamie, Come Try Me:

Jamie, Come Try Me   1789 Type: Poem Chorus.-Jamie, come try me, Jamie, come try me, If thou would win my love, Jamie, come try me. If thou should ask my love, Could I deny thee? If thou would win my love, Jamie, come try me! Jamie, come try me, &c. If thou should kiss […]

Robert Burns: On A Bank Of Flowers:

On A Bank Of Flowers   1789 Type: Poem On a bank of flowers, in a summer day, For summer lightly drest, The youthful, blooming Nelly lay, With love and sleep opprest; When Willie, wand’ring thro’ the wood, Who for her favour oft had sued; He gaz’d, he wish’d He fear’d, he blush’d, And trembled […]

Robert Burns: Delia, An Ode : “To the Editor of The Star.-Mr. Printer-If the productions of a simple ploughman can merit a place in the same paper with Sylvester Otway, and the other favourites of the Muses who illuminate the Star with the lustre of genius, your insertion of the enclosed trifle will be succeeded by future communications from-Yours, &c., R. Burns. Ellisland, near Dumfries, 18th May, 1789.”

Delia, An Ode “To the Editor of The Star.-Mr. Printer-If the productions of a simple ploughman can merit a place in the same paper with Sylvester Otway, and the other favourites of the Muses who illuminate the Star with the lustre of genius, your insertion of the enclosed trifle will be succeeded by future communications […]

Robert Burns: The Henpecked Husband:

The Henpecked Husband   1788 Type: Poem Curs’d be the man, the poorest wretch in life, The crouching vassal to a tyrant wife! Who has no will but by her high permission, Who has not sixpence but in her possession; Who must to he, his dear friend’s secrets tell, Who dreads a curtain lecture worse […]

Robert Burns: The Parting Kiss:

The Parting Kiss   1788 Type: Poem Humid seal of soft affections, Tenderest pledge of future bliss, Dearest tie of young connections, Love’s first snowdrop, virgin kiss! Speaking silence, dumb confession, Passion’s birth, and infant’s play, Dove-like fondness, chaste concession, Glowing dawn of future day! Sorrowing joy, Adieu’s last action, (Lingering lips must now disjoin), […]

Robert Burns: The Fete Champetre:

The Fete Champetre   1788 Type: Song Tune: Killiecrankie. O Wha will to Saint Stephen’s House, To do our errands there, man? O wha will to Saint Stephen’s House O’ th’ merry lads of Ayr, man? Or will we send a man o’ law? Or will we send a sodger? Or him wha led o’er […]

Robert Burns: Duncan Davison :

Duncan Davison   1788 Type: Poem There was a lass, they ca’d her Meg, And she held o’er the moors to spin; There was a lad that follow’d her, They ca’d him Duncan Davison. The moor was dreigh, and Meg was skeigh, Her favour Duncan could na win; For wi’ the rock she wad him […]

Robert Burns: Hey, The Dusty Miller:

Hey, The Dusty Miller   1788 Type: Poem Hey, the dusty Miller, And his dusty coat, He will win a shilling, Or he spend a groat: Dusty was the coat, Dusty was the colour, Dusty was the kiss That I gat frae the Miller. Hey, the dusty Miller, And his dusty sack; Leeze me on […]

Robert Burns: Duncan Davison :

Duncan Davison   1788 Type: Poem There was a lass, they ca’d her Meg, And she held o’er the moors to spin; There was a lad that follow’d her, They ca’d him Duncan Davison. The moor was dreigh, and Meg was skeigh, Her favour Duncan could na win; For wi’ the rock she wad him […]

Robert Burns: Hey, The Dusty Miller:

Hey, The Dusty Miller   1788 Type: Poem Hey, the dusty Miller, And his dusty coat, He will win a shilling, Or he spend a groat: Dusty was the coat, Dusty was the colour, Dusty was the kiss That I gat frae the Miller. Hey, the dusty Miller, And his dusty sack; Leeze me on […]

Robert Burns: Theniel Menzies’ Bonie Mary:

Theniel Menzies’ Bonie Mary   1787 Type: Song Tune: The Ruffian’s Rant,” or “Roy’s Wife. In comin 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 […]

Robert Burns: The Rantin’ Dog, The Daddie O’t:

The Rantin’ Dog, The Daddie O’t   1786 Type: Song Tune: Whare’ll our guidman lie. O wha my babie-clouts will buy? O wha will tent me when I cry? Wha will kiss me where I lie? The rantin’ dog, the daddie o’t. O wha will own he did the faut? O wha will buy the […]