Poems & songs . 2 POEMS BY ROBERT BURNS. While tumbling brown, the burn comes down. And roars frae bank to brae;And bird and beast in covert rest, And pass the heartless day. The sweeping blast, the sky oercast, The joyless winter-day,Let others fear, to me more dear Than all the pride of May :The tempests howl, it soothes my soul, My griefs it seems to join;The leafless trees my fancy please, Their fate resembles mine ! Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil,Here, firm, I rest, they must be best, Because they are Thy will!Then all I want (oh, do Thou grant This one
Poems & songs . 2 POEMS BY ROBERT BURNS. While tumbling brown, the burn comes down. And roars frae bank to brae;And bird and beast in covert rest, And pass the heartless day. The sweeping blast, the sky oercast, The joyless winter-day,Let others fear, to me more dear Than all the pride of May :The tempests howl, it soothes my soul, My griefs it seems to join;The leafless trees my fancy please, Their fate resembles mine ! Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil,Here, firm, I rest, they must be best, Because they are Thy will!Then all I want (oh, do Thou grant This one request of mine !)Since to enjoy Thou dost deny, Assist me to resign. TO A MOUSE, ON TURNING HER UP IN HER NEST WITH THE PLOUGH,NOVEMBER 17 85. Wee, sleekit, cowrin, timrous beastie,Oh, what a panics in thy breastie !Thou needna start awa sae hasty, Wi bickering brattle!I wad be laith to rin an chase thee, Wi murdring pattle! Im truly sorry mans dominionHas broken natures social union, TO A MOUSE. An justifies t
Size: 1322px × 1890px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookauthorburnsrob, bookcentury1800, bookdecade1870, bookyear1875
