My Spouse Nancy

2018-11-12T18:28:19+00:001793, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

"Husband, husband, cease your strife, Nor longer idly rave, Sir; Tho' I am your wedded wife Yet I am not your slave, Sir." "One of two must still obey, Nancy, Nancy; Is it Man orWoman, say, My spouse Nancy?' "If 'tis still the lordly word, Service and obedience; I'll desert my sov'reign lord, And so,

On Mrs. Riddell’s Birthday

2018-11-12T18:28:12+00:001793, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Old Winter, with his frosty beard, Thus once to Jove his prayer preferred: "What have I done of all the year, To bearthis hated doom severe? My cheerless suns no pleasure know; Night's horrid car drags, dreary slow; My dismal months no joys are crowning, Butspleeny English hanging, drowning. "Now Jove, for once be mighty

Phillis The Fair

2018-11-12T18:28:19+00:001793, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

While larks, with little wing, Fann'd the pure air, Tasting the breathing Spring, Forth I did fare: Gay the sun's golden eye Peep'd o'er the mountains high; Such thy morn! did I cry, Phillis the fair. In each bird's careless song, Glad I did share; While yonwild-flowers among, Chance led me there! Sweet to the

Poortith Cauld And Restless Love

2018-11-12T18:28:20+00:001793, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

O poortith cauld, and restless love, Ye wrack my peace between ye; Yet poortitha' I could forgive, An'twere nafor my Jeanie. Chorus-O why should Fate sic pleasure have, Life's dearest bands untwining? Orwhy sae sweet a flower as love Depend on Fortune's shining? The warld's wealth, when I think on, It's pride and a'the laveo't;

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