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Famous Awa Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Burns, Robert
...hine,
 The mair admiration they draw, man;
While peaches and cherries, and roses and lilies,
 They fade and they wither awa, man,


If ye be for Miss Jean, tak this frae a frien’,
 A hint o’ a rival or twa, man;
The Laird o’ Blackbyre wad gang through the fire,
 If that wad entice her awa, man.


The Laird o’ Braehead has been on his speed,
 For mair than a towmond or twa, man;
The Laird o’ the Ford will straught on a board,
 If he canna get her at a’, man.


Then Ann...Read more of this...



by Burns, Robert
...a’,
 Ye royal lasses dainty,
Heav’n mak you guid as well as braw,
 An’ gie you lads a-plenty!
But sneer na British boys awa!
 For kings are unco scant aye,
An’ German gentles are but sma’,
 They’re better just than want aye
 On ony day.


Gad bless you a’! consider now,
 Ye’re unco muckle dautit;
But ere the course o’ life be through,
 It may be bitter sautit:
An’ I hae seen their coggie fou,
 That yet hae tarrow’t at it.
But or the day was done, I trow,
 The laggen t...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...n lands must hie,
 Pursuing Fortune’s slidd’ry ba’;
With melting heart, and brimful eye,
 I’ll mind you still, tho’ far awa.


Oft have I met your social band,
 And spent the cheerful, festive night;
Oft, honour’d with supreme command,
 Presided o’er the sons of light:
And by that hieroglyphic bright,
 Which none but Craftsmen ever saw
Strong Mem’ry on my heart shall write
 Those happy scenes, when far awa.


May Freedom, Harmony, and Love,
 Unite you in the grand Des...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...oast up some palaver:
My bonie maid, before ye wed
 Sic clumsy-witted hammers,
Seek Heaven for help, and barefit skelp
 Awa wi’ Willie Chalmers.


Forgive the Bard! my fond regard
 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
...“Robin!
Come hither lad, and answer for’t,
 Ye’re blam’d for jobbin!”


Wi’ pinch I put a Sunday’s face on,
An’ snoov’d awa before the Session:
I made an open, fair confession—
 I scorn’t to lee,
An’ syne Mess John, beyond expression,
 Fell foul o’ me.


A fornicator-loun he call’d me,
An’ said my faut frae bliss expell’d me;
I own’d the tale was true he tell’d me,
 “But, what the matter?
(Quo’ I) I fear unless ye geld me,
 I’ll ne’er be better!”


“Geld you! (quo’ he) an...Read more of this...



by Burns, Robert
...cks a’;
Ye cootie muircocks, crousely craw;
Ye maukins, cock your fud fu’ braw
 Withouten dread;
Your mortal fae is now awa;
 Tam Samson’s dead!


That woefu’ morn be ever mourn’d,
Saw him in shooting graith adorn’d,
While pointers round impatient burn’d,
 Frae couples free’d;
But och! he gaed and ne’er return’d!
 Tam Samson’s dead!


In vain auld age his body batters,
In vain the gout his ancles fetters,
In vain the burns cam down like waters,
 An acre braid!
Now ev’ry auld ...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...t take it like the unback’d filly,
 Proud o’ her speed.


When, idly goavin’, whiles we saunter,
Yirr! fancy barks, awa we canter,
Up hill, down brae, till some mischanter,
 Some black bog-hole,
Arrests us; then the scathe an’ banter
 We’re forced to thole.


Hale be your heart! hale be your fiddle!
Lang may your elbuck jink and diddle,
To cheer you through the weary widdle
 O’ this wild warl’.
Until you on a crummock driddle,
 A grey hair’d carl.


Come wealt...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...and he hinted,
Till, in a declamation-mist,
 His argument he tint it:
He gapèd for’t, he grapèd for’t,
 He fand it was awa, man;
But what his common sense came short,
 He eked out wi’ law, man.


MR. ERSKINECollected, Harry stood awee,
 Then open’d out his arm, man;
His Lordship sat wi’ ruefu’ e’e,
 And ey’d the gathering storm, man:
Like wind-driven hail it did assail’
 Or torrents owre a lin, man:
The BENCH sae wise, lift up their eyes,
 Half-wauken’d wi’ the din, ...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...nk my rig and lass,
 Still shearing, and clearing
 The tither stooked raw,
 Wi’ claivers, an’ haivers,
 Wearing the day awa.


E’en then, a wish, (I mind its pow’r),
A wish that to my latest hour
 Shall strongly heave my breast,
That I for poor auld Scotland’s sake
Some usefu’ plan or book could make,
 Or sing a sang at least.
The rough burr-thistle, spreading wide
 Amang the bearded bear,
I turn’d the weeder-clips aside,
 An’ spar’d the symbol dear:
 No nation, no st...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...nce weel burnish’d crest,
Nae joy her bonie buskit nest
 Can yield ava,
Her darling bird that she lo’es best—
 Willie’s awa!


O Willie was a witty wight,
And had o’ things an unco’ sleight,
Auld Reekie aye he keepit tight,
 And trig an’ braw:
But now they’ll busk her like a fright,—
 Willie’s awa!


The stiffest o’ them a’ he bow’d,
The bauldest o’ them a’ he cow’d;
They durst nae mair than he allow’d,
 That was a law:
We’ve lost a birkie weel worth gowd;
 Willie’s awa!


No...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...y the banks o’ Nith
 Wad trust his Grace 1 wi a’, Jamie;
But he’ll sair them, as he sair’d the King—
 Turn tail and rin awa’, Jamie.


Chorus.—Up and waur them a’, Jamie,
 Up and waur them a’;
The Johnstones hae the guidin o’t,
 Ye turncoat Whigs, awa’!


The day he stude his country’s friend,
 Or gied her faes a claw, Jamie,
Or frae puir man a blessin wan,
 That day the Duke ne’er saw, Jamie.
 Up and waur them, &c.


But wha is he, his country’s boast?
 Like ...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...x united stocks,
 An’ bore him to the wa’, man.


Then clubs an’ hearts were Charlie’s cartes,
 He swept the stakes awa’, man,
Till the diamond’s ace, of Indian race,
 Led him a sair faux pas, man:
The Saxon lads, wi’ loud placads,
 On Chatham’s boy did ca’, man;
An’ Scotland drew her pipe an’ blew,
 “Up, Willie, waur them a’, man!”


Behind the throne then Granville’s gone,
 A secret word or twa, man;
While slee Dundas arous’d the class
 Be-north the Roman wa’, man:
An’ ...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...’ lasses’ fates
 Are there that night decided:
Some kindle couthie side by side,
 And burn thegither trimly;
Some start awa wi’ saucy pride,
 An’ jump out owre the chimlie
 Fu’ high that night.


Jean slips in twa, wi’ tentie e’e;
 Wha ’twas, she wadna tell;
But this is Jock, an’ this is me,
 She says in to hersel’:
He bleez’d owre her, an’ she owre him,
 As they wad never mair part:
Till fuff! he started up the lum,
 An’ Jean had e’en a sair heart
 To see’t that night.Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...;
He’s there but a ’prentice I trow,
 But I am a fool by profession.


My grannie she bought me a beuk,
 An’ I held awa to the school;
I fear I my talent misteuk,
 But what will ye hae of a fool?


For drink I would venture my neck;
 A hizzie’s the half of my craft;
But what could ye other expect
 Of ane that’s avowedly daft?


I ance was tied up like a stirk,
 For civilly swearing and quaffin;
I ance was abus’d i’ the kirk,
 For towsing a lass i’ my daffin.


Poor An...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...eve did shake,
Each brist’ld hair stood like a stake,
When wi’ an eldritch, stoor “quaick, quaick,”
 Amang the springs,
Awa ye squatter’d like a drake,
 On whistlin’ wings.


Let warlocks grim, an’ wither’d hags,
Tell how wi’ you, on ragweed nags,
They skim the muirs an’ dizzy crags,
 Wi’ wicked speed;
And in kirk-yards renew their leagues,
 Owre howkit dead.


Thence countra wives, wi’ toil and pain,
May plunge an’ plunge the kirn in vain;
For oh! the yellow treasure...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...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 sax mae I’ve sell’t awa,
 That thou hast nurst:
They drew me thretteen pund an’ twa,
 The vera warst.


Mony a sair daurk we twa hae wrought,
An’ wi’ the weary warl’ fought!
An’ mony an anxious day, I thought
 We wad be beat!
Yet here to crazy age we’re brought,
 ...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...n’ thick thegither;
Wi’ social nose whiles snuff’d an’ snowkit;
Whiles mice an’ moudieworts they howkit;
Whiles scour’d awa’ in lang excursion,
An’ worry’d ither in diversion;
Until wi’ daffin’ weary grown
Upon a knowe they set them down.
An’ there began a lang digression.
About the “lords o’ the creation.”


CÆSAR I’ve aften wonder’d, honest Luath,
What sort o’ life poor dogs like you have;
An’ when the gentry’s life I saw,
What way poor bodies liv’d ava.
 Ou...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...and knight are there. 
They sought her baith by bower and ha'; 
The ladie was not seen! 
She's o'er the Border and awa' 
Wi' Jock of Hazeldean....Read more of this...

by Brautigan, Richard
...ied about it. The last time I was in San Francisco, he told

me he thought the odds were 10-1 in favor of him going away.

I told him to get a good lawyer. It appears that he followed

my advice and also was very lucky. That's always a good

combination.

 You asked about New York and New York is very hot.

 I'm visiting some friends, a young burglar and his wife.

He's unemployed and his wife is working as a cocktail wait-

ress. He's been loo...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
          Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
          Wi' murd'ring pattle!

I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion
          Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
          An' fellow mortal!

I doubt na, whiles, but thou ...Read more of this...

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