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		<title>I Hae A Wife O&#8217; My Ain</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I Hae a wife of my ain,I&#8217;ll partake wi&#8217; naebody;I&#8217;ll take Cuckold frae nane,I&#8217;ll gie Cuckold to naebody.
I hae a penny to spend,There&#8211;thanks to naebody!I hae naething to lend,I&#8217;ll borrow frae naebody.
I am naebody&#8217;s lord,I&#8217;ll be slave to naebody;I hae a gude braid sword,I&#8217;ll tak dunts frae naebody.
I&#8217;ll be merry and free,I&#8217;ll be sad for [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/poetry/i-hae-a-wife-o-my-ain/</link>
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		<title>Of A&#8217; The Airts The Wind Can Blaw</title>
		<description><![CDATA[[Written during a separation from Mrs. Burns in their honeymoon. Burns was preparing a home at Ellisland; Mrs. Burns was at Mossgiel.--Lang.]
[Tune--"Miss Admiral Gordon's Strathspey."]
Of a&#8217; the airts the wind can blaw,I dearly like the west,For there the bonie lassie lives,The lassie I lo&#8217;e best:
There&#8217;s wild-woods grow, and rivers row,And mony a hill between:But day [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/poetry/of-a-the-airts-the-wind-can-blaw/</link>
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		<title>Epistle To Hugh Parker</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In this strange land, this uncouth clime,A land unknown to prose or rhyme;Where words ne&#8217;er cross&#8217;t the Muse&#8217;s heckles,Nor limpit in poetic shackles:A land that Prose did never view it,Except when drunk he stacher&#8217;t thro&#8217; it;Here, ambush&#8217;d by the chimla cheek,Hid in an atmosphere of reek,I hear a wheel thrum i&#8217; the neuk,I hear it&#8211;for [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/poetry/epistle-to-hugh-parker/</link>
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		<title>The Python</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A Python I should not advise,&#8211;It needs a doctor for its eyes,And has the measles yearly.However, if you feel inclinedTo get one (to improve your mind,And not from fashion merely),Allow no music near its cage;And when it flies into a rageChastise it, most severely.I had an aunt in YucatanWho bought a Python from a manAnd [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/poetry/the-python/</link>
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		<title>To Alex. Cunningham, Esq., Writer</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Ellisland, Nithsdale, July 27th, 1788.
My godlike friend&#8211;nay, do not stare,You think the phrase is odd-like;But God is love, the saints declare,Then surely thou art god-like.
And is thy ardour still the same?And kindled still at Anna?Others may boast a partial flame,But thou art a volcano!
Ev&#8217;n Wedlock asks not love beyondDeath&#8217;s tie-dissolving portal;But thou, omnipotently fond,May&#8217;st promise [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/poetry/to-alex-cunningham-esq-writer/</link>
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		<title>Lines Written In Friars&#8217;-Carse Hermitage</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Glenriddel Hermitage, June 28th, 1788.
Thou whom chance may hither lead,Be thou clad in russet weed,Be thou deckt in silken stole,Grave these maxims on thy soul.
Life is but a day at most,Sprung from night, in darkness lost:Hope not sunshine every hour,Fear not clouds will always lour.
Happiness is but a name,Make content and ease thy aim,Ambition is [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/poetry/lines-written-in-friars-carse-hermitage/</link>
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		<title>The Parents Of The Learned Child</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The parents of the learned child(His father and his mother)Were utterly aghast to noteThe facts he would at random quoteOn creatures curious, rare and wild;And wondering, asked each other:
&#8220;An idle little child like this,How is it that he knowsWhat years of close analysisAre powerless to disclose?
Our brains are trained, our books are big,And yet we [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/poetry/the-parents-of-the-learned-child/</link>
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		<title>Loud without the wind was roaring</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Loud without the wind was roaringThrough th&#8217;autumnal sky;Drenching wet, the cold rain pouring,Spoke of winter nigh.All too like that dreary eve,Did my exiled spirit grieve.Grieved at first, but grieved not long,Sweet&#8211;how softly sweet!&#8211;it came;Wild words of an ancient song,Undefined, without a name.
&#8220;It was spring, and the skylark was singing:&#8221;Those words they awakened a spell;They unlocked [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/poetry/loud-without-the-wind-was-roaring/</link>
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		<title>Epistle To Robert Graham, Esq., Of Fintry</title>
		<description><![CDATA[[Requesting a Favour]
When Nature her great master-piece design&#8217;d,And fram&#8217;d her last, best work, the human mind,Her eye intent on all the mazy plan,She form&#8217;d of various parts the various Man.
Then first she calls the useful many forth;Plain plodding Industry, and sober Worth:Thence peasants, farmers, native sons of earth,And merchandise&#8217; whole genus take their birth:Each prudent [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/poetry/epistle-to-robert-graham-esq-of-fintry/</link>
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		<title>The Fete Champetre</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Tune&#8211;&#8221;Killiecrankie.&#8221;
O Wha will to Saint Stephen&#8217;s House,To do our errands there, man?O wha will to Saint Stephen&#8217;s HouseO&#8217; th&#8217; merry lads of Ayr, man?
Or will we send a man o&#8217; law?Or will we send a sodger?Or him wha led o&#8217;er Scotland a&#8217;The meikle Ursa-Major?[1]
Come, will ye court a noble lord,Or buy a score o&#8217;lairds, man?For [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/poetry/the-fete-champetre/</link>
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		<title>Anna, Thy Charms</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Anna, thy charms my bosom fire,And waste my soul with care;But ah! how bootless to admire,When fated to despair!
Yet in thy presence, lovely Fair,To hope may be forgiven;For sure &#8217;twere impious to despairSo much in sight of heaven.
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		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/poetry/anna-thy-charms/</link>
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		<title>The Welsh Mutton</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Cambrian Welsh or Mountain SheepIs of the Ovine race,His conversation is not deep,But then&#8211;observe his face!
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		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/poetry/the-welsh-mutton/</link>
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		<title>O, Were I On Parnassus Hill</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Tune&#8211;&#8221;My love is lost to me.&#8221;
O, were I on Parnassus hill,Or had o&#8217; Helicon my fill,That I might catch poetic skill,To sing how dear I love thee!But Nith maun be my Muse&#8217;s well,My Muse maun be thy bonie sel&#8217;,On Corsincon I&#8217;ll glowr and spell,And write how dear I love thee.
Then come, sweet Muse, inspire my [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/poetry/o-were-i-on-parnassus-hill/</link>
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		<title>The Scorpion</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Scorpion is as black as soot,He dearly loves to bite;He is a most unpleasant bruteTo find in bed, at night.
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		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/poetry/the-scorpion/</link>
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		<title>A Little While, a Little While</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A LITTLE while, a little while,The weary task is put away,And I can sing and I can smile,Alike, while I have holiday.
Where wilt thou go, my harassed heart&#8211;What thought, what scene invites thee nowWhat spot, or near or far apart,Has rest for thee, my weary brow?
There is a spot, &#8216;mid barren hills,Where winter howls, and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/poetry/a-little-while-a-little-while/</link>
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		<title>The Day Returns</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Tune&#8211;&#8221;Seventh of November.&#8221;
The day returns, my bosom burns,The blissful day we twa did meet:Tho&#8217; winter wild in tempest toil&#8217;d,Ne&#8217;er summer-sun was half sae sweet.Than a&#8217; the pride that loads the tide,And crosses o&#8217;er the sultry line;Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes,Heav&#8217;n gave me more&#8211;it made thee mine!
While day and night can bring delight,Or Nature [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/poetry/the-day-returns/</link>
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		<title>The Vulture</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Vulture eats between his meals,And that&#8217;s the reason whyHe very, very rarely feelsAs well as you and I.
His eye is dull, his head is bald,His neck is growing thinner.Oh! what a lesson for us allTo only eat at dinner!
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		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/poetry/the-vulture/</link>
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		<title>A Mother&#8217;s Lament</title>
		<description><![CDATA[[For the Death of Her Son.]
Fate gave the word, the arrow sped,And pierc&#8217;d my darling&#8217;s heart;And with him all the joys are fledLife can to me impart.
By cruel hands the sapling drops,In dust dishonour&#8217;d laid;So fell the pride of all my hopes,My age&#8217;s future shade.
The mother-linnet in the brakeBewails her ravish&#8217;d young;So I, for my [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/poetry/a-mothers-lament/</link>
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		<title>The Crocodile</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Whatever our faults, we can always engageThat no fancy or fable shall sully our page,So take note of what follows, I beg.This creature so grand and august in its age,In its youth is hatched out of an egg.And oft in some far Coptic townThe Missionary sits him downTo breakfast by the Nile:The heart beneath his [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/poetry/the-crocodile/</link>
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		<title>No coward soul is mine</title>
		<description><![CDATA[No coward soul is mine,No trembler in the world&#8217;s storm-troubled sphere:I see Heaven&#8217;s glories shine,And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.
O God within my breast,Almighty, ever-present Deity!Life&#8211;that in me has rest,As I&#8211;undying Life&#8211;have power in thee!
Vain are the thousand creedsThat move men&#8217;s hearts: unutterably vain;Worthless as withered weeds,Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,
To [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/poetry/no-coward-soul-is-mine/</link>
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