The sky has never seen such a moon

“The sky has never seen such a moon” The sky has never seen such a moon, not even in its dreams, No water could ever extinguish the fire of its light, Look at my body, and look at my soul From his cup of love, my soul is drunk, my body ruined The tavern keeper […]

Joe Biden’s Torment

The Villanelle Of The Wine Joe Biden couldn’t stop thinking about the wine It was just so full-bodied and, unlike him, so mature Besides he stole the elections, the old swine He was a Zionist puppet of a laughable design The Swine had to calm himself with an allure Of greatness but couldn’t stop thinking […]

Ode to  Wine

  Ode to Wine A Sonnet by Fledermaus My fragrant wine, you make me write. I love the way you amuse me and inspire, You screw my mind through day and night, You are the spirit of my lyre. Let me compare you to a smooth cherry? You are by far more aromatic Ice bites […]

An Epistle to A Friend

AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND. Villula,……….et pauper agelle, Me tibi, et hos unâ mecum, et quos semper amavi, Commendo. PREFACE. Every reader turns with pleasure to those passages of Horace, and Pope, and Boileau, which describe how they lived and where they dwelt; and which, being interspersed among their satirical writings, derive a secret and […]

Howard Stern’s Wine

As you may or may not know, I used to work for Howard Stern. It was over ten years ago, but I’m still in contact with him once in a great while. I listen to the show every day, and I think it’s better than it’s ever been. I’m bringing this up because Howard and […]

Robert Burns: Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars: The Toast

Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars The Toast Type: Poem Fill me with the rosy wine, Call a toast, a toast divine: Giveth me Poet’s darling flame, Lovely Jessie be her name; Then thou mayest freely boast, Thou hast given a peerless toast. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland  Poetry by […]

Robert Burns: Epistle To Colonel De Peyster:

Epistle To Colonel De Peyster   Type: Epistle My honor’d Colonel, deep I feel Your interest in the Poet’s weal; Ah! now sma’ heart hae I to speel The steep Parnassus, Surrounded thus by bolus pill, And potion glasses. O what a canty world were it, Would pain and care and sickness spare it; And […]

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: Jerusalem Tavern, Dumfries.: Inscription On A Goblet

Jerusalem Tavern, Dumfries. Inscription On A Goblet1795 Type: Poem There’s Death in the cup, so beware! Nay, more-there is danger in touching; But who can avoid the fell snare, The man and his wine’s so bewitching! ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland  Poetry by subject Poems by author and category […]

Robert Burns: A Man’s A Man For A’ That:

A Man’s A Man For A’ That   1795 Type: Song Tune: For a’ that. Is there for honest Poverty That hings his head, an’ a’ that; The coward slave-we pass him by, We dare be poor for a’ that! For a’ that, an’ a’ that. Our toils obscure an’ a’ that, The rank is […]

Robert Burns: On Andrew Turner:

On Andrew Turner   1794 Type: Poem In se’enteen hunder’n forty-nine, The deil gat stuff to mak a swine, An’ coost it in a corner; But wilily he chang’d his plan, An’ shap’d it something like a man, An’ ca’d it Andrew Turner. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland  Poetry […]

Robert Burns: Remorseful Apology:

Remorseful Apology   1794 Type: Poem The friend whom, wild from Wisdom’s way, The fumes of wine infuriate send, (Not moony madness more astray) Who but deplores that hapless friend? Mine was th’ insensate frenzied part, Ah! why should I such scenes outlive? Scenes so abhorrent to my heart!- ‘Tis thine to pity and forgive. […]

Robert Burns: Lord Gregory:

Lord Gregory   1793 Type: Poem O mirk, mirk is this midnight hour, And loud the tempest’s roar; A waefu’ wanderer seeks thy tower, Lord Gregory, ope thy door. An exile frae her father’s ha’, And a’ for loving thee; At least some pity on me shaw, If love it may na be. Lord Gregory, […]

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: O May, Thy Morn:

O May, Thy Morn   1791 Type: Poem O may, thy morn was ne’er so sweet As the mirk night o’ December! For sparkling was the rosy wine, And private was the chamber: And dear was she I dare na name, But I will aye remember: And dear was she I dare na name, But […]

Robert Burns: O Kenmure’s On And Awa, Willie:

O Kenmure’s On And Awa, Willie   1791 Type: Poem O Kenmure’s on and awa, Willie, O Kenmure’s on and awa: An’ Kenmure’s lord’s the bravest lord That ever Galloway saw. Success to Kenmure’s band, Willie! Success to Kenmure’s band! There’s no a heart that fears a Whig, That rides by kenmure’s hand. Here’s Kenmure’s […]

Robert Burns: Poem On Pastoral Poetry :

Poem On Pastoral Poetry   1791 Type: Poem Hail, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv’d! In chase o’ thee, what crowds hae swerv’d Frae common sense, or sunk enerv’d ‘Mang heaps o’ clavers: And och! o’er aft thy joes hae starv’d, ‘Mid a’ thy favours! Say, Lassie, why, thy train amang, While loud the trump’s heroic clang, […]

Robert Burns: The Banks O’ Doon: Third Version

The Banks O’ Doon Third Version1791 Type: Poem Ye banks and braes o’ bonie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu’ o’ care! Thou’ll break my heart, thou warbling bird, That wantons thro’ the flowering thorn: Thou minds me o’ departed […]

Robert Burns: The Banks O’ Doon: Second Version

The Banks O’ Doon Second Version1791 Type: Poem Ye flowery banks o’ bonie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu’ o care! Thou’ll break my heart, thou bonie bird, That sings upon the bough! Thou minds me o’ the happy days When my fause […]

Robert Burns: The Banks O’ Doon: First Version

The Banks O’ Doon First Version1791 Type: Poem Sweet are the banks-the banks o’ Doon, The spreading flowers are fair, And everything is blythe and glad, But I am fu’ o’ care. Thou’ll break my heart, thou bonie bird, That sings upon the bough; Thou minds me o’ the happy days When my fause Luve […]

Robert Burns: The Epitaph:

The Epitaph   1790 Type: Epitaph Stop, passenger! my story’s brief, And truth I shall relate, man; I tell nae common tale o’ grief, For Matthew was a great man. If thou uncommon merit hast, Yet spurn’d at Fortune’s door, man; A look of pity hither cast, For Matthew was a poor man. If thou […]

Robert Burns: Gudewife, Count The Lawin:

Gudewife, Count The Lawin   1790 Type: Poem Gane is the day, and mirk’s the night, But we’ll ne’er stray for faut o’ light; Gude ale and bratdy’s stars and moon, And blue-red wine’s the risin’ sun. Chorus.-Then gudewife, count the lawin, The lawin, the lawin, Then gudewife, count the lawin, And bring a coggie […]

Robert Burns: The Gowden Locks Of Anna:

The Gowden Locks Of Anna   1790 Type: Poem Yestreen I had a pint o’ wine, A place where body saw na; Yestreen lay on this breast o’ mine The gowden locks of Anna. The hungry Jew in wilderness, Rejoicing o’er his manna, Was naething to my hinny bliss Upon the lips of Anna. Ye […]

Robert Burns: The Whistle -A Ballad:

The Whistle -A Ballad   1789 Type: Ballad I sing of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was brought to the court of our good Scottish King, And long with this Whistle all Scotland shall ring. Old Loda, still rueing the arm of Fingal, The […]

Robert Burns: My Bonie Mary:

My Bonie Mary   1788 Type: Poem Go, fetch to me a pint o’ wine, And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink before I go, A service to my bonie lassie. The boat rocks at the pier o’ Leith; Fu’ loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry; The ship rides by […]

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: Verses To Clarinda: Sent with a Pair of Wine-Glasses.

Verses To Clarinda Sent with a Pair of Wine-Glasses. 1788 Type: Poem Fair Empress of the Poet’s soul, And Queen of Poetesses; Clarinda, take this little boon, This humble pair of glasses: And fill them up with generous juice, As generous as your mind; And pledge them to the generous toast, “The whole of human […]

Robert Burns: To John Kennedy, Dumfries House:

To John Kennedy, Dumfries House   1786 Type: Poem Now, Kennedy, if foot or horse E’er bring you in by Mauchlin corse, (Lord, man, there’s lasses there wad force A hermit’s fancy; An’ down the gate in faith they’re worse, An’ mair unchancy). But as I’m sayin, please step to Dow’s, An’ taste sic gear […]

Robert Burns: The Vision:

The Vision   1786 Type: Poem Duan First The sun had clos’d the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger’d maukin taen her way, To kail-yards green, While faithless snaws ilk step betray Whare she has been. The thresher’s weary flingin-tree, The lee-lang day had tired me; And when the day had […]

Robert Burns: Scotch Drink :

Scotch Drink   1785 Type: Poem Gie him strong drink until he wink, That’s sinking in despair; An’ liquor guid to fire his bluid, That’s prest wi’ grief and care: There let him bouse, an’ deep carouse, Wi’ bumpers flowing o’er, Till he forgets his loves or debts, An’ minds his griefs no more. Solomon’s […]