Robert Burns: Epigram On Mr. James Gracie:
Epigram On Mr. James Gracie 1795 Type: Epigram Gracie, thou art a man of worth, O be thou Dean for ever! May he be damned to hell henceforth, Who fauts thy weight or measure! ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and category Parallel […]
Robert Burns: On Andrew Turner:
On Andrew Turner 1794 Type: Poem In se’enteen hunder’n forty-nine, The deil gat stuff to mak a swine, An’ coost it in a corner; But wilily he chang’d his plan, An’ shap’d it something like a man, An’ ca’d it Andrew Turner. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry […]
Robert Burns: Epigram On A Country Laird,: not quite so wise as Solomon.
Epigram On A Country Laird, not quite so wise as Solomon.1794 Type: Epigram Bless Jesus Christ, O Cardonessp, With grateful, lifted eyes, Who taught that not the soul alone, But body too shall rise; For had He said “the soul alone From death I will deliver,” Alas, alas! O Cardoness, Then hadst thou lain for […]
Robert Burns: Complimentary Epigram On Maria Riddell:
Complimentary Epigram On Maria Riddell 1793 Type: Epigram “Praise Woman still,” his lordship roars, “Deserv’d or not, no matter?” But thee, whom all my soul adores, Ev’n Flattery cannot flatter: Maria, all my thought and dream, Inspires my vocal shell; The more I praise my lovely theme, The more the truth I tell. ————- […]
Robert Burns: Epigram On The Laird Of Laggan:
Epigram On The Laird Of Laggan 1793 Type: Epigram When Morine, deceas’d, to the Devil went down, ‘Twas nothing would serve him but Satan’s own crown; “Thy fool’s head,” quoth Satan, “that crown shall wear never, I grant thou’rt as wicked, but not quite so clever.” ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page […]
Robert Burns: Epigrams Against The Earl Of Galloway:
Epigrams Against The Earl Of Galloway 1793 Type: Epigram What dost thou in that mansion fair? Flit, Galloway, and find Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave, The picture of thy mind. No Stewart art thou, Galloway, The Stewarts ‘ll were brave; Besides, the Stewarts were but fools, Not one of them a knave. Bright ran […]
Robert Burns: Epigram On Seeing Miss Fontenelle In A Favourite Character:
Epigram On Seeing Miss Fontenelle In A Favourite Character 1792 Type: Epigram Epigram On Seeing Miss Fontenelle In A Favourite Character Sweet naivete of feature, Simple, wild, enchanting elf, Not to thee, but thanks to Nature, Thou art acting but thyself. Wert thou awkward, stiff, affected, Spurning Nature, torturing art; Loves and Graces all […]
Robert Burns: Epigram At Brownhill Inn:
Epigram At Brownhill Inn 1791 Type: Epigram At Brownhill we always get dainty good cheer, And plenty of bacon each day in the year; We’ve a’ thing that’s nice, and mostly in season, But why always Bacon-come, tell me a reason? ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by […]
Robert Burns: Epigram On Miss Davies: On being asked why she had been formed so little, and Mrs. A-so big.
Epigram On Miss Davies On being asked why she had been formed so little, and Mrs. A-so big.1791 Type: Epigram Ask why God made the gem so small? And why so huge the granite?- Because God meant mankind should set That higher value on it. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from […]
Robert Burns: Epigram On Francis Grose The Antiquary:
Epigram On Francis Grose The Antiquary 1789 Type: Epigram The Devil got notice that Grose was a-dying So whip! at the summons, old Satan came flying; But when he approached where poor Francis lay moaning, And saw each bed-post with its burthen a-groaning, Astonish’d, confounded, cries Satan-“By God, I’ll want him, ere I take […]
Robert Burns: Epigram On Parting With A Kind Host In The Highlands:
Epigram On Parting With A Kind Host In The Highlands 1787 Type: Epigram When Death’s dark stream I ferry o’er, A time that surely shall come, In Heav’n itself I’ll ask no more, Than just a Highland welcome. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by […]
Robert Burns: Epigram To Miss Jean Scott:
Epigram To Miss Jean Scott 1787 Type: Epigram O had each Scot of ancient times Been, Jeanie Scott, as thou art; The bravest heart on English ground Had yielded like a coward. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and category Parallel translations, the […]
Robert Burns: Epigram To Miss Ainslie In Church: Who was looking up the text during sermon.
Epigram To Miss Ainslie In Church Who was looking up the text during sermon.1787 Type: Epigram Fair maid, you need not take the hint, Nor idle texts pursue: ‘Twas guilty sinners that he meant, Not Angels such as you. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by […]
Robert Burns: On Elphinstone’s Translation Of Martial’s Epigrams:
On Elphinstone’s Translation Of Martial’s Epigrams 1787 Type: Epigram O Thou whom Poetry abhors, Whom Prose has turned out of doors, Heard’st thou yon groan?-proceed no further, ‘Twas laurel’d Martial calling murther. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and category Parallel translations, the […]
Robert Burns: Epigram Addressed To An Artist:
Epigram Addressed To An Artist 1787 Type: Epigram Dear _____, I’ll gie ye some advice, You’ll tak it no uncivil: You shouldna paint at angels mair, But try and paint the devil. To paint an Angel’s kittle wark, Wi’ Nick, there’s little danger: You’ll easy draw a lang-kent face, But no sae weel a […]
Robert Burns: Epigram At Roslin Inn:
Epigram At Roslin Inn 1787 Type: Epigram My blessings on ye, honest wife! I ne’er was here before; Ye’ve wealth o’ gear for spoon and knife- Heart could not wish for more. Heav’n keep you clear o’ sturt and strife, Till far ayont fourscore, And while I toddle on thro’ life, I’ll ne’er gae […]
Robert Burns: To John Kennedy, Dumfries House:
To John Kennedy, Dumfries House 1786 Type: Poem Now, Kennedy, if foot or horse E’er bring you in by Mauchlin corse, (Lord, man, there’s lasses there wad force A hermit’s fancy; An’ down the gate in faith they’re worse, An’ mair unchancy). But as I’m sayin, please step to Dow’s, An’ taste sic gear […]
Robert Burns: Epigram On Rough Roads:
Epigram On Rough Roads 1786 Type: Epigram I’m now arrived-thanks to the gods!- Thro’ pathways rough and muddy, A certain sign that makin roads Is no this people’s study: Altho’ Im not wi’ Scripture cram’d, I’m sure the Bible says That heedless sinners shall be damn’d, Unless they mend their ways. ————- Home Robert […]
Robert Burns: Another [Epigram On The Said Occasion… On A Henpecked Country Squire]:
Another [Epigram On The Said Occasion… On A Henpecked Country Squire] 1784 Type: Epigram One Queen Artemisia, as old stories tell, When deprived of her husband she loved so well, In respect for the love and affection he show’d her, She reduc’d him to dust and she drank up the powder. But Queen Netherplace, […]
Robert Burns: Epigram On The Said Occasion [On A Henpecked Country Squire]:
Epigram On The Said Occasion [On A Henpecked Country Squire] 1784 Type: Epigram O Death, had’st thou but spar’d his life, Whom we this day lament, We freely wad exchanged the wife, And a’ been weel content. Ev’n as he is, cauld in his graff, The swap we yet will do’t; Tak thou the […]
The Golden Age poem – Alfred Austin
Long ere the Muse the strenuous chords had swept, And the first lay as yet in silence slept, A Time there was which since has stirred the lyre To notes of wail and accents warm with fire; Moved the soft Mantuan to his silvery strain, And him who sobbed in pentametric pain; To which […]
The Season poem – Alfred Austin
In honest times, when purer manners reigned, And Virtue never save by Vice was pained, The Poet’s pen might flagrant scandals call By manly names, the property of all, And, like the prophets bold of Sacred Writ, Discard the sleight of circumambient wit. Now, so corruptly chaste our ways are grown, E’en words, turned […]
The Human Tragedy ACT IV poem – Alfred Austin
Personages: Gilbert- Miriam- Olympia- Godfrid. Protagonists: Love- Religion- Patriotism- Humanity. Place: Rome-Paris. Time: August 1870 -Close of May1871 And Miriam’s prayer was heard. The hosts of France Low in the dust, low in dishonour, lay: Broken her tumbrils, blunted was her lance, And tinsel Empire vanished in a day. The serried tramp of men, […]
Essay on Man poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let us (since Life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate(2) free […]
Epigram Engraved on the Collar of a Dog Which I Gave to His Royal Highness poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period I am his Highness’ dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you? Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: External links Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry […]
An Essay on Man in Four Epistles: Epistle 1 poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) […]
Essay on Man poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let us (since Life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate(2) free o’er all this scene of Man; A mighty maze! but […]
Epigram Engraved on the Collar of a Dog Which I Gave to His Royal Highness poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) I am his Highness’ dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you? Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: External links Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus Talking Writing Monster’s Page – Batty […]
An Essay on Man in Four Epistles: Epistle 1 poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o’er all this scene of man; A mighty […]
The Commination
A poem by Alec Derwent-Hope (1907–2000) by Alec Derwent Hope He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last Things, I meditate the ruin of friends Whose loss, Lord, brings this grand new curse to mind Now send me foes worth cursing, […]
Commination
A poem by Alec Derwent-Hope (1907–2000) by Alec Derwent Hope He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last Things, I meditate the ruin of friends Whose loss, Lord, brings this grand new curse to mind Now send me foes worth cursing, […]
After An Epigram Of Clement Marot
A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916) The lad I was I longer now Nor am nor shall be evermore. Spring’s lovely blossoms from my brow Have shed their petals on the floor. Thou, Love, hast been my lord, thy shrine Above all gods’ best served by me. Dear Love, could life again be mine How […]
Welcome
Go, let the fatted calf be kill’d; My prodigal’s come home at last, With noble resolutions fill’d, And fill’d with sorrow for the past: No more will burn with love or wine; But quite has left his women and his swine. Welcome, ah! welcome, my poor heart! Welcome! I little thought, I’ll swear (‘T […]
The Welcome
Go, let the fatted calf be kill’d; My prodigal’s come home at last, With noble resolutions fill’d, And fill’d with sorrow for the past: No more will burn with love or wine; But quite has left his women and his swine. Welcome, ah! welcome, my poor heart! Welcome! I little thought, I’ll swear (‘T […]
Orlando Furioso Canto 24 by Ludovico Ariosto
ARGUMENT Odorico’s and Gabrina’s guilt repaid, Youthful Zerbino sets at large the train; He in defence of good Orlando’s blade, Is afterwards by Mandricardo slain. Isabel weeps; by Rodomont is made War on the Tartar king, and truce again, To succour Agramant and his array; Who to the lilies are well-nigh a prey. I Let […]
Orlando Furioso Canto 19 by Ludovico Ariosto
ARGUMENT Medoro, by Angelica’s quaint hand, Is healed, and weds, and bears her to Catay. At length Marphisa, with the chosen band, After long suffering, makes Laiazzi’s bay. Guido the savage, bondsman in the land, Which impious women rule with civil sway, With Marphisa strives in single fight, And lodges her and hers at full […]
Orlando Furioso Canto 17 by Ludovico Ariosto
ARGUMENT Charles goes, with his, against King Rodomont. Gryphon in Norandino’s tournament Does mighty deeds; Martano turns his front, Showing how recreant is his natural bent; And next, on Gryphon to bring down affront, Stole from the knight the arms in which he went; Hence by the kindly monarch much esteemed, And Gryphon scorned, whom […]
Orlando Furioso Canto 14 by Ludovico Ariosto
ARGUMENT Two squadrons lack of those which muster under King Agramant, by single Roland slain; Hence furious Mandricardo, full of wonder And envy, seeks the count by hill and plain: Next joys himself with Doralice; such plunder, Aided by heaven, his valiant arms obtain. Rinaldo comes, with the angel-guide before, To Paris, now assaulted by […]
Orlando Furioso Canto 12 by Ludovico Ariosto
ARGUMENT Orlando, full of rage, pursues a knight Who bears by force his lady-love away, And comes where old Atlantes, by his sleight Had raised a dome, Rogero there to stay. Here too Rogero comes; where getting sight Of his lost love, the County strives in fray With fierce Ferrau, and, after slaughter fell Amid […]
Orlando Furioso Canto 19 by Ludovico Ariosto
ARGUMENT Medoro, by Angelica’s quaint hand, Is healed, and weds, and bears her to Catay. At length Marphisa, with the chosen band, After long suffering, makes Laiazzi’s bay. Guido the savage, bondsman in the land, Which impious women rule with civil sway, With Marphisa strives in single fight, And lodges her and hers at full […]