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Afar the illustrious Exile roams,Whom kingdoms on this day should hail;An inmate in the casual shed,On transient pity’s bounty fed,Haunted by busy memory’s bitter tale!Beasts of the forest have their savage homes,But He, who should imperial purple wear,Owns not the lap of earth where rests his royal head!His wretched refuge, dark despair,While ravening wrongs and woes … [Read more...] about Birthday Ode for 31st December, 1787, By: Robert Burns

Loud blaw the frosty breezes,The snaws the mountains cover;Like winter on me seizes,Since my young Highland roverFar wanders nations over. Where’er he go, where’er he stray,May heaven be his warden;Return him safe to fair Strathspey,And bonie Castle-Gordon! The trees, now naked groaning,Shall soon wi’ leaves be hinging,The birdies dowie moaning,Shall a’ be blythely … [Read more...] about The Young Highland Rover, By: Robert Burns

My Peggy’s face, my Peggy’s form,The frost of hermit Age might warm;My Peggy’s worth, my Peggy’s mind,Might charm the first of human kind. I love my Peggy’s angel air,Her face so truly heavenly fair,Her native grace, so void of art,But I adore my Peggy’s heart. The lily’s hue, the rose’s dye,The kindling lustre of an eye;Who but owns their magic sway!Who but knows they … [Read more...] about My Peggy’s Charms, By: Robert Burns

Where, braving angry winter’s storms,The lofty Ochils rise,Far in their shade my Peggy’s charmsFirst blest my wondering eyes;As one who by some savage streamA lonely gem surveys,Astonish’d, doubly marks it beamWith art’s most polish’d blaze. Blest be the wild, sequester’d shade,And blest the day and hour,Where Peggy’s charms I first survey’d,When first I felt their pow’r!The … [Read more...] about Braving Angry Winter’s Storms, By: Robert Burns

Honest Will to Heaven’s awayAnd mony shall lament him;His fau’ts they a’ in Latin lay,In English nane e’er kent them. … [Read more...] about Epitaph for Mr. W. Cruikshank, By: Robert Burns