10 Best Famous Beastie Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Beastie poems. This is a select list of the best famous Beastie poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Beastie poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of beastie poems.

• All Famous Beastie Poems

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 may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
          'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
          An' never miss't!

Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
Its silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
          O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's win's ensuin,
          Baith snell an' keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
          Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
          Out thro' thy cell.

That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble
Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Now thou's turned out, for a' thy trouble,
          But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
          An' cranreuch cauld!

But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
          Gang aft a-gley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain
          For promised joy!

Still thou art blest, compared wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e'e
          On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho I canna see,
          I guess an' fear!

 SIR,Yours this moment I unseal,
 And faith I’m gay and hearty!
To tell the truth and shame the deil,
 I am as fou as Bartie:
But Foorsday, sir, my promise leal,
 Expect me o’ your partie,
If on a beastie I can speel,
 Or hurl in a cartie.
YOURS,ROBERT BURNS.MAUCHLIN, Monday night, 10 o’clock.

 WI’ braw new branks in mickle pride,
 And eke a braw new brechan,
My Pegasus I’m got astride,
 And up Parnassus pechin;
Whiles owre a bush wi’ donwward crush,
 The doited beastie stammers;
Then up he gets, and off he sets,
 For sake o’ Willie Chalmers.


I doubt na, lass, that weel ken’d name
 May cost a pair o’ blushes;
I am nae stranger to your fame,
 Nor his warm urged wishes.
Your bonie face sae mild and sweet,
 His honest heart enamours,
And faith ye’ll no be lost a whit,
 Tho’ wair’d on Willie Chalmers.


Auld Truth hersel’ might swear yer’e fair,
 And Honour safely back her;
And Modesty assume your air,
 And ne’er a ane mistak her:
And sic twa love-inspiring een
 Might fire even holy palmers;
Nae wonder then they’ve fatal been
 To honest Willie Chalmers.


I doubt na fortune may you shore
 Some mim-mou’d pouther’d priestie,
Fu’ lifted up wi’ Hebrew lore,
 And band upon his breastie:
But oh! what signifies to you
 His lexicons and grammars;
The feeling heart’s the royal blue,
 And that’s wi’ Willie Chalmers.


Some gapin’, glowrin’ countra laird
 May warsle for your favour;
May claw his lug, and straik his beard,
 And hoast 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.