The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns

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Scotch Drink
120
The Vision
130
A Dream 188
138
Address to Edinburgh
146
To a Posthumous Child born in peculiar circumstances of distress
152
Wi braw new branks in mickle pride 576
156
Sonnet written January 25 1793 the birthday of the Author
158
Accept the gift a friend sincere 602
159
Poor Mailies Elegy
164
Talk not to me of savages 881
168
Airs
174
Lines written with a pencil standing by the Fall of Fyers near Loch
175
Hail Poesie thou nymph reserved
177
The Solemn League and Covenant 610
180
Liberty A Fragment
182
Fragment inscribed to the Right Hon C J Fox 184
184
A little upright pert tart tripping wight
185
No more of your guests be they titled or not 338
187
Remorse A Fragment
190
Thine be the volumes Jessy fair 281
194
A Prayer left in a room of a Reverend Friends house where the Author
196
Thou bed in which I first began 604
201
Winter A Dirge
202
All hail inexorable lord l
207
A Winter Night
208
O thou pale orb that silent shines
211
Lines sent to Sir John Whitefoord
216
To John Lapraik an old Scottish Bard
223
Epistle to Davie a brother Poet
233
O thou whatever title suit thee 142
238
To William Simpson Ochiltree
239
To John Goudie Kilmarnock
245
Heard ye o the tree o France 604
248
Wow but your letter made me vauntie
249
To a Tailor
252
Among the heathy hills and ragged woods 175
256
To a Gentleman who had sent bim a Newspaper and offered to continue
258
To Robert Graham Esq of Fintra
264
To Mrs Dunlop on Newyears Day
269
To Mr MAdam of CraigenGillan
276
Beauteous rosebud young and gay
282
To a Young Lady with a present of a pair of Drinking glasses 252
283
The Ordination
293
The Twa Herds
299
Among the trees where humming bees
302
Holy Willies Prayer
305
Right sir your text Ill prove it true
308
Ode Sacred to the Memory of Mrs of
311
Sad thy tale thou idle page 815
315
Tam Samsons Elegy
320
Elegy on the Death of Robert Ruisseaux
326
murder hate by field or flood 828
328
Epitaph on Miss Jessy Lewars
330
Below thir stanes lie Jamies banes
331
Upon that night when fairies light 111
333
A verse presented to the Master of a House in the Highlands 830
336
Collected Harry stood awee 387
337
Kilmarnock wabsters fidge an claw 293
340
For Gavin Hamilton Esq
342
Sensibility how charming 271
345
BannockburnBruces address to his army
346
Damon and Sylvia
351
Is this thy plighted fond regard 477
353
Blythe was
355
Oh steer her
356
John Anderson my jo John 859
359
The Heron Ballads 396 597 600
361
Lassie wil the lintwhite locks 417
362
Oh open the door some pity to show 446 864
364
Does haughty Gaul invasion threat 435
366
Bonnie Jean
370
The lass that made the bed to me 872
372
The Deil came fiddling through the town 301
402
The Farewell
403
Galla Water 467
410
Bonnie Leslie
413
On a bank of flowers
414
Landlady count the lawin 537
419
Oh saw ye my dear my Phely 471
421
On Cessnock banks there lives a lass
422
Ye banks and braes o bonnie Doon 365
431
The weary pund o tow 550
437
Oh that I had neer been married 517
441
Macphersons Farewell
443
Bonnie
444
Wandering Willie
446
The lazy mist hangs from th brow of the hill
449
the wyte 559 567
451
Merry hae I been teethin a heckle 543
452
By yon castle
454
The winter it is past 507
455
My ain kind dearie 0 851
461
Theres a youth in this city it were a great pity 493
467
856 882
468
Adown winding Nith I did wander
469
Here is the glen and here the bower 415
470
Let me ryke up to dight that tear 524
472
Philly and Willy
475
Canst thou leave me thus my Katy?
477
Hey the dusty miller 534
478
Oh were my lovo yon lilac fair 434
489
How lang and dreary is the night 444
492
My heart is sair 435
493
How lang and dreary is the night 444
495
Oh wha my baby clouts will buy 440 531
499
Altho my back be at the wa 567
502
Theres naught but care on every han 430
503
Polly Stewart
508
This is no my ain lassie 434
509
My heart was ance 529
510
A slave to loves unbounded sway
512
On peace and rest my mind was bent
513
There was a lass and she was fair 870 535
514
Oh Mallys meek Mallys sweet 57
517
hae wife o my ain 356
520
My bonnie lass I work in brass
525
Ye Jacobites by name give an ear give an ear 554
530
Oh wat you whas in yon town 418
531
Rattlin roarin Willie
539
My lord ahunting he is gane 510
541
Powers celestial whose protection 400
547
Oh why the deuce should I repine 512
548
The Thames flows proudly to the sea 437
549
Oh how shall I unskilfu try 550 572
550
Jeanies bosom 384
551
Ye Jacobites by name
554
The cardin
556
Up wi the carles o Dysart
558
Yon wild mossy mountains 495
561
She is a winsome wee thing 466
564
Cassillis banks
565
To Anna 352
566
Behind yon hills where Lugar flows 432
573
Oh ken ye what Meg o the mill has gotten 447
574
Curse on ungrateful man that can be pleased 194 194
575
Lament in rhyme lament in prose 16+ 267
579
Written in FriarsCarse Hermitage on the banks of the Nith from
581
Fill me with the rosy wine 330
588
Address of Beelzebub to the President of the Highland Society
591
Wae is my heart and the tear s in my ee 500 536
600
To a Kiss
601
On the death of his Daughter
607
What needs this din about the town o Lonon 186
610
Sing on sweet thrush upon the leafless bough 158
611

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