The Usurpation

Thou ‘adst to my soul no title or pretence;

I was mine own, and free,

Till I had given myself to thee;

But thou hast kept me slave and prisoner since.

Well, since so insolent thou ‘rt grown,

Fond tyrant! I’ll depose thee from thy throne;

Such outrages must not admitted be

In an elective monarchy.

Part of my heart by gift did to thee fall;

My country, kindred, and my best

Acquaintance, were to share the rest;

But thou, their covetous neighbour, drav’st out all:

Nay more; thou mak’st me worship thee,

And wouldst the rule of my religion be:

Did ever tyrant claim such power as you,

To be both emperor and pope too?

The public miseries, and my private fate,

Deserve some tears; but greedy thou

(Insatiate maid!) wilt not allow

That I one drop from thee should alienate:

Nor wilt thou grant my sins a part,

Though the sole cause of most of them thou art;

Counting my tears thy tribute and thy due,

Since first mine eyes I gave to you.

Thou all my joys and all my hopes dost claim;

Thou ragest like a fire in me,

Converting all things into thee;

Nought can resist, or not encrease the flame:

Nay, every grief and every fear

Thou dost devour, unless thy stamp it bear:

Thy presence, like the crowned basilisk’s breath,

All other serpents puts to death.

As men in hell are from diseases free,

So from all other ills am I;

Free from their known formality:

But all pains eminently lie in thee!

Alas, alas! I hope in vain

My conquer’d soul from out thine hands to gain;

Since all the natives there thou ‘ast overthrown,

And planted garrisons of thine own.

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• Nature’s Law: A Poem by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• My Highland Lassie, O by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• My Heart’s In The Highlands by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• My Girl she’s Airy: A Fragment by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• My Father was a Farmer: A Ballad by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Mr. William Smellie: A Sketch by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Motto prefixed to the Author’s first Publication by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Monody on a Lady, famed for her Caprice by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Masonic Song—Ye Sons of Old Killie by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Mary Morison by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Man was made to Mourn: A Dirge by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lord Gregory: A Ballad by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines written on a Bank-note by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines to Sir John Whitefoord, Bart by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines to Mr. John Kennedy by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines to John Syme, Esq., with a dozen of Porter by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines to John M’Murdo of Drumlanrig by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines to an Old Sweetheart by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines to a Gentleman who sent a Newspaper by Robert Burns by Robert Burns

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