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“Ae fond kiss, and then we sever”

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, alas, forever!
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 him?
Me, nae cheerfu’...

Poet: Robert Burns
“O, my Luve ’s like a red, red rose”

O, My Luve ’s like a red, red rose
  That ’s newly sprung in June:
O, my Luve ’s like the melodie
  That ’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
  So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
  Till a’...

Poet: Robert Burns
“I love my Jean”

Of a’ the airts 1 the wind can blaw,
  I dearly like the west;
For there the bonnie lassie lives,
  The lassie I lo’e best.
There wild woods grow, and rivers row,
  And monie a hill ’s between;
But day and night my fancy’s flight
  Is ever...

Poet: Robert Burns
“O, saw ye bonnie Leslie?”

O, Saw ye bonnie Leslie
  As she gaed o’er the border?
She ’s gane, like Alexander,
  To spread her conquests farther.

To see her is to love her,
  And love but her forever;
For nature made her what she is,
  And ne’er made sic anither!...

Poet: Robert Burns
Highland Mary

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 unfald her robes
  And there she langest tarry!
For there I took the last fareweel...

Poet: Robert Burns
To Mary in Heaven

   [Written in September, 1789, on the anniversary of the day on which he heard of the death of his early love, Mary Campbell.]

THOU lingering star, with lessening ray,
  That lov’st to greet the early morn,
Again thou usher’st in the day
  My Mary from my soul...

Poet: Robert Burns
To the Unco Guid

 “My son, these maxims make a rule
  And lump them aye thegither:
The Rigid Righteous is a fool,
  The Rigid Wise anither:
The cleanest corn that e’er was dight
  May hae some pyles o’ caff in;
Sae ne’er a fellow-creature slight
  For...

Poet: Robert Burns
Afton Water

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes;
Flow gently, I ’ll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary ’s asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds through the glen,
Ye wild...

Poet: Robert Burns
To a Mountain Daisy

On Turning One Down with the Plough in April, 1786

WEE, modest, crimson-tippèd flower,
Thou ’s met me in an evil hour,
For I maun crush amang the stoure
        Thy slender stem;
To spare thee now is past my power,
        Thou bonny gem.

...
Poet: Robert Burns
To a Louse

On Seeing One on a Lady’s Bonnet at Church

HA! whare ye gaun, ye crawlin’ ferlie?
Your impudence protects you sairly:
I canna say but ye strunt rarely
        Owre gauze an’ lace;
Though, faith! I fear ye dine but sparely
        On sic a place....

Poet: Robert Burns