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Famous Aboon Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Aboon poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous aboon poems. These examples illustrate what a famous aboon poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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by Burns, Robert
 For sae approving me:
 But kind still I’ll mind still
 The giver in the gift;
 I’ll bless her, an’ wiss her
 A Friend aboon the lift....Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...s care:
Their titles a’ arc empty show;
Gie me my Highland lassie, O.

 Chorus.—Within the glen sae bushy, O,
 Aboon the plain sae rashy, O,
 I set me down wi’ right guid will,
 To sing my Highland lassie, O.

O were yon hills and vallies mine,
Yon palace and yon gardens fine!
The world then the love should know
I bear my Highland Lassie, O.

But fickle fortune frowns on me,
And I maun cross the raging sea!
But while my crimson currents flow,
I’ll love my H...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
 For ane that shares my bosom,
Inspires my Muse to gie ’m his dues
 For deil a hair I roose him.
May powers aboon unite you soon,
 And fructify your amours,—
And every year come in mair dear
 To you and Willie Chalmers....Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...meekly gie your hurdies to the smiters;
And (what would now be strange), ye godly Writers;
A’ ye douce folk I’ve borne aboon the broo,
Were ye but here, what would ye say or do?
How would your spirits groan in deep vexation,
To see each melancholy alteration;
And, agonising, curse the time and place
When ye begat the base degen’rate race!
Nae langer rev’rend men, their country’s glory,
In plain braid Scots hold forth a plain braid story;
Nae langer thrifty citizens, an’ douc...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert

Come wealth, come poortith, late or soon,
Heaven send your heart-strings aye in tune,
And screw your temper-pins aboon
 A fifth or mair
The melancholious, lazy croon
 O’ cankrie care.

May still your life from day to day,
Nae “lente largo” in the play,
But “allegretto forte” gay,
 Harmonious flow,
A sweeping, kindling, bauld strathspey—
 Encore! Bravo!

A blessing on the cheery gang
Wha dearly like a jig or sang,
An’ never think o’ right an’ wrang
 By square an’ ...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...FAIR fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o’ the pudding-race!
Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
 Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o’a grace
 As lang’s my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin was help to mend a mill
 In time o’need,
While thro’ your pores the dews distil
 Like amber bead.

His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An’ cut you up wi’ ready sle...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
An’ wha on Ayr your chanters tune!
Come, join the melancholious croon
 O’ Robin’s reed!
His heart will never get aboon—
 His Mailie’s dead!...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...lie brak’s neck-bane;
And thro’ the whins, and by the cairn,
Where hunters fand the murder’d bairn;
And near the thorn, aboon the well,
Where Mungo’s mither hang’d hersel’.
Before him Doon pours all his floods,
The doubling storm roars thro’ the woods,
The lightnings flash from pole to pole,
Near and more near the thunders roll,
When, glimmering thro’ the groaning trees,
Kirk-Alloway seem’d in a bleeze,
Thro’ ilka bore the beams were glancing,
And loud resounded mirth and...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert ale comes and gude ale goes;
Gude ale gars me sell my hose,
Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon—
Gude ale keeps my heart aboon!

I HAD sax owsen in a pleugh,
And they drew a’ weel eneugh:
I sell’d them a’ just ane by ane—
Gude ale keeps the heart aboon!
 O gude ale comes, &c.

Gude ale hauds me bare and busy,
Gars me moop wi’ the servant hizzie,
Stand i’ the stool when I hae done—
Gude ale keeps the heart aboon!
 O gude ale comes, &c....Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...t those fine feet
 Were weel laced up in silken shoon;
An’ ’twere more fit that she should sit
 Within yon chariot gilt aboon,
 Mally’s meek, &c.

Her yellow hair, beyond compare,
 Comes trinklin down her swan-like neck,
And her two eyes, like stars in skies,
 Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck,
 Mally’s meek, &c....Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...and jokin,
 Ye need na doubt;
At length we had a hearty yokin
 At sang about.

There was ae sang, amang the rest,
Aboon them a’ it pleas’d me best,
That some kind husband had addrest
 To some sweet wife;
It thirl’d the heart-strings thro’ the breast,
 A’ to the life.

I’ve scarce heard ought describ’d sae weel,
What gen’rous, manly bosoms feel;
Thought I “Can this be Pope, or Steele,
 Or Beattie’s wark?”
They tauld me ’twas an odd kind chiel
 About Muirkirk.

...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
Or whare wild-meeting oceans boil
 Besouth Magellan.

Ramsay an’ famous Fergusson
Gied Forth an’ Tay a lift aboon;
Yarrow an’ Tweed, to monie a tune,
 Owre Scotland rings;
While Irwin, Lugar, Ayr, an’ Doon
 Naebody sings.

Th’ Illissus, Tiber, Thames, an’ Seine,
Glide sweet in monie a tunefu’ line:
But Willie, set your fit to mine,
 An’ cock your crest;
We’ll gar our streams an’ burnies shine
 Up wi’ the best!

We’ll sing auld Coila’s plains an’ fells,
Her m...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...e coof:
 I think we’ll ca’ him Robin.”
 Robin was, &c.

“He’ll hae misfortunes great an’ sma’,
But aye a heart aboon them a’,
He’ll be a credit till us a’—
 We’ll a’ be proud o’ Robin.”
 Robin was, &c.

“But sure as three times three mak nine,
I see by ilka score and line,
This chap will dearly like our kin’,
 So leeze me on thee! Robin.”
 Robin was, &c.

“Guid faith,” quo’, scho, “I doubt you gar
The bonie lasses lie aspar;
But twenty fauts ye may ...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...Wi’ stocks out owre their shouther:
An’ gif the custock’s sweet or sour,
 Wi’ joctelegs they taste them;
Syne coziely, aboon the door,
 Wi’ cannie care, they’ve plac’d them
 To lie that night.

The lassies staw frae ’mang them a’,
 To pou their stalks o’ corn; 6
But Rab slips out, an’ jinks about,
 Behint the muckle thorn:
He grippit Nelly hard and fast:
 Loud skirl’d a’ the lasses;
But her tap-pickle maist was lost,
 Whan kiutlin in the fause-house 7
 Wi’ him that nigh...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert bottle tell,
 I could meet a troop of hell, at the sound of a drum.

RecitativoHe ended; and the kebars sheuk,
 Aboon the chorus roar;
While frighted rattons backward leuk,
 An’ seek the benmost bore:
A fairy fiddler frae the neuk,
 He skirl’d out, encore!
But up arose the martial chuck,
 An’ laid the loud uproar.

AirTune—“Sodger Laddie.”I once was a maid, tho’ I cannot tell when,
And still my delight is in proper young men;
Some one of a troop of dragoons w...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert’ a’ that;
But lordly will, I hold it still
 A mortal sin to thraw that.
 For a’ that, &c.

But there is ane aboon the lave,
 Has wit, and sense, an’ a’ that;
A bonie lass, I like her best,
 And wha a crime dare ca’ that?
 For a’ that, &c.

In rapture sweet this hour we meet,
 Wi’ mutual love an’ a’ that,
But for how lang the flie may stang,
 Let inclination law that.
 For a’ that, &c.

Their tricks an’ craft hae put me daft.
 They’ve taen me in, ...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert

When frosts lay lang, an’ snaws were deep,
An’ threaten’d labour back to keep,
I gied thy cog a wee bit heap
 Aboon the timmer:
I ken’d my Maggie wad na sleep,
 For that, or simmer.

In cart or car thou never reestit;
The steyest brae thou wad hae fac’t it;
Thou never lap, an’ sten’t, and breastit,
 Then stood to blaw;
But just thy step a wee thing hastit,
 Thou snoov’t awa.

My pleugh is now thy bairn-time a’,
Four gallant brutes as e’er did draw;
Forbye ...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
For ne’er a bosom yet was prief
 Against your arts.

For me, I swear by sun an’ moon,
An’ ev’ry star that blinks aboon,
Ye’ve cost me twenty pair o’ shoon,
 Just gaun to see you;
An’ ev’ry ither pair that’s done,
 Mair taen I’m wi’ you.

That auld, capricious carlin, Nature,
To mak amends for scrimpit stature,
She’s turn’d you off, a human creature
 On her first plan,
And in her freaks, on ev’ry feature
 She’s wrote the Man.

Just now I’ve ta’en the fit o’ rh...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...lie brak's neck-bane;
And thro' the whins, and by the cairn,
Whare hunters fand the murdered bairn;
And near the thorn, aboon the well,
Whare Mungo's mither hanged hersel'.
Before him Doon pours all his floods;
The doubling storm roars thro' the woods;
The lightnings flash from pole to pole;
Near and more near the thunders roll;
When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees,
Kirk-Alloway seemed in a bleeze;
Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing;
And loud resounded mirth and...Read more of this...

by Kipling, Rudyard
...ut never liquor lit the lowe
 "That keeks fra' oot your eye.

"There's a third o' hair on your dress-coat breast,
 "Aboon the heart a wee?"
"Oh! that is fra' the lang-haired Skye
 "That slobbers ower me."

"Oh! lang-haired Skyes are lovin' beasts,
 "An' terrier dogs are fair,
"But never yet was terrier born,
 "Wi' ell-lang gowden hair!

"There's a smirch o' pouther on your breast,
 "Below the left lappel?"
"Oh! that is fra' my auld cigar,
 "Whenas the stump-end fell.<...Read more of this...

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