Tho' women's minds, like winter winds Thou flattering mark of friendship kind Thou Greybeard, old Wisdom, mayst boast of thy treasures Thou hast left me ever, Jamie Thou Liberty, thou art my theme Thou lingering star, with lessening ray Thou of an independent mind Thou's welcome, wean! mishanter fa' me Thou whom chance may hither lead Thou, who thy honour as thy God reverest Through and through the inspired leaves 'Tis Friendship's pledge, my young, fair friend To daunton, me, and me sae young 267 496 True hearted was he, the sad swain o' the Yarrow 349 What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie 375 What will I do gin my Hoggie die? . When biting Boreas, fell and doure deceased, to the devil went down When Januar' wind was blawing cauld When Nature her great master-piece design'd When the drums do beat When wild war's deadly blast was blawn. While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things While new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake While virgin Spring, by Eden's flood While winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw 257 156 Ye Irish lords, ye knights an' squires Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear, give an ear Ye maggots feast on Nicol's brain Ye men of wit and wealth, why all this sneering Ye sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie Ye sons of sedition, give ear to my song Ye true Loyal Natives,' attend to my song Yestreen I met you on the moor Yon wand'ring rill, that marks the hill Yon wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide Young Jamie, pride of a' the plain Young Jockey was the blithest lad Young Peggy blooms our bonniest lass Your billet, sir, I grant receipt Your friendship much can make me blest Your News and Review, Sir, I've read through and through, Sir You're welcome to Despots, Dumourier You're welcome, Willie Stewart Yours this moment I unseal CHRONOLOGICAL LIST OF Burns's Poems (AS FAR AS KNOWN). ROBERT BURNS, Born January, 1759-Died July, 1796, aged 371⁄2 years. The Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie. ? Poor Mailie's Elegy. ? No Churchman am I. 1783. The Rigs o' Barley-'It was upon a Lammas night.' Now Westlin Winds. My Nannie O'Behind yon hills.' Remorse Of all the numerous ills.' Epitaph on Boghead. Epitaph on his Father. 1784. Wha is that at my Bower Door? Green grows the Rashes G. When Guildford good. 'I am a keeper of the law.' Epistle to John Rankine—' O rough, rude.' Welcome to his dear-bocht Bess' 'Thou's welcome, wean!' O Leave Novels. When First I came to Stewart Kyle. Belles of Mauchline-In Mauch line there dwells.' Burns's 'Bletherin' Bitch'-'Below thir stanes.' Epitaph on a Henpecked Husband. Epigram on the same-'O Death, had'st thou.' Another epigram-'One Queen Artemisia.' On Tam the Chapman. On John Rankine-'Ae day, as Death.' He who of Rankine sang.' Man was made to mourn. The Twa Herds; or, the Holy Tulzie. 1785. Holy Willie's Prayer. ? Epistle to Davie, a Brother Poet. Death and Doctor Hornbook. Epistle to John Lapraik- While briers' (April 1). Epistle to John Lapraik- While Rantin', Rovin' Robin. Elegy on the Death of Robert Ruisseaux. Epistle to John Goldie (August). Epistle to John Lapraik-' Guid speed' (September). Epistle to Rev. John M'Math (September 17). Second Epistle to Davie-'I'm Farewell to Ballochmyle-' The The Jolly Beggars (November). Address to the Deil. Scotch Drink. |