Epigram to Miss Ainslie in Church
Fair maid, you need not take the hint,
Nor idle texts pursue:
'Twas guilty sinners that he meant,
Not Angels such as you.
poem by Robert Burns
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On James Grieve, Laird Of Boghead, Tarbolton. Epitaph
Here lies Boghead amang the dead
In hopes to get salvation;
But if such as he in Heav'n may be,
Then welcome, hail! damnation.
poem by Robert Burns (1784)
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Epitaph for Gavin Hamilton, Esq.
The poor man weeps-here Gavin sleeps,
Whom canting wretches blam'd;
But with such as he, where'er he be,
May I be sav'd or damn'd!
poem by Robert Burns (1786)
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Epigram on Parting with a Kind Host in the Highlands
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.
poem by Robert Burns
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Epitaph for H - L -, Esq., of L -
Here lies Squire Hugh - ye harlot crew,
Come mak' your water on him,
I'm sure that he weel pleas'd would be
To think ye pish'd upon him.
poem by Robert Burns
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Epitaph For Robert Aiken, Esq
Know thou, O stranger to the fame
Of this much lov'd, much honoured name!
(For none that knew him need be told)
A warmer heart Death ne'er made cold.
poem by Robert Burns (1786)
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Apology for Declining an Invitation to Dine
No more of your guests, be they titled or not,
And cookery the first in the nation;
Who is proof to thy personal converse and wit,
Is proof to all other temptation.
poem by Robert Burns
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Altho' He Has Left Me
Altho' he has left me for greed o' the siller,
I dinna envy him the gains he can win;
I rather wad bear a' the lade o' my sorrow,
Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him.
poem by Robert Burns
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Epigram at Brownhill Inn
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?
poem by Robert Burns
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Epigram on a Country Laird
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 ever.
poem by Robert Burns
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