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Famous Linn Poems by Famous Poets

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

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...foaming down the skelvy rocks,
 In twisting strength I rin;
There, high my boiling torrent smokes,
 Wild-roaring o’er a linn:
Enjoying each large spring and well,
 As Nature gave them me,
I am, altho’ I say’t mysel’,
 Worth gaun a mile to see.


Would then my noble master please
 To grant my highest wishes,
He’ll shade my banks wi’ tow’ring trees,
 And bonie spreading bushes.
Delighted doubly then, my lord,
 You’ll wander on my banks,
And listen mony a grateful bird
 Return y...Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert



...ow but I was vogie!
The lee-lang night we watch’d the fauld,
 Me and my faithfu’ doggie;
We heard nocht but the roaring linn,
 Amang the braes sae scroggie.


But the houlet cry’d frau the castle wa’,
 The blitter frae the boggie;
The tod reply’d upon the hill,
 I trembled for my Hoggie.
When day did daw, and cocks did craw,
 The morning it was foggie;
An unco tyke, lap o’er the dyke,
 And maist has kill’d my Hoggie!...Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert
...,
 Ha, ha, the wooing o’t:
Duncan sigh’d baith out and in,
Grat his e’en baith blear’t an’ blin’,
Spak o’ lowpin o’er a linn;
 Ha, ha, the wooing o’t.


Time and Chance are but a tide,
 Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,
Slighted love is sair to bide,
 Ha, ha, the wooing o’t:
Shall I like a fool, quoth he,
For a haughty hizzie die?
She may gae to—France for me!
 Ha, ha, the wooing o’t.


How it comes let doctors tell,
 Ha, ha, the wooing o’t;
Meg grew sick, as he grew hale,
 Ha, ha, the...Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert
...vin;
Whare three lairds’ lan’s met at a burn, 14
 To dip her left sark-sleeve in,
 Was bent that night.


Whiles owre a linn the burnie plays,
 As thro’ the glen it wimpl’t;
Whiles round a rocky scar it strays,
 Whiles in a wiel it dimpl’t;
Whiles glitter’d to the nightly rays,
 Wi’ bickerin’, dancin’ dazzle;
Whiles cookit undeneath the braes,
 Below the spreading hazel
 Unseen that night.


Amang the brachens, on the brae,
 Between her an’ the moon,
The deil, or else an outl...Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert
...the River Esk is seen,
Which sparkles like crystal in the sun's sheen;
And on the Esk there's a forking ridge forming a linn
Betwixt two birch trees, which makes a noisy din. 

And on a rocky protuberance close by is Mary Stuart's bower
Where Scotland's ill-starred Queen spent many an hour,
Which is composed of turf and a nice round seat
Commanding a full view of the linn- the sight is quite a treat. 

Then there's Habbie's Howe, where the beauties of summer grow,
Which canno...Read more of this...
by McGonagall, William Topaz



...ig;
Ha, ha, the wooing o't,
Duncan sighed baith out and in,
Grat his een baith bleer't and blin',
Spak o' lowpin ower a linn;
Ha, ha, the wooing o't.

Time and Chance are but a tide,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't,
Slighted love is sair to bide,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't,
Shall I, like a fool, quoth he,
For a haughty hizzie dee?
She may gae to -France for me!
Ha, ha, the wooing o't.

How it comes let Doctors tell,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't,
Meg grew sick as he grew hale,
Ha, ha, the wooing...Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert
...Half doun the hill, whaur fa's the linn
Far frae the flaught o' fowk, 
I saw upon a lanely whin 
A lanely singin' gowk: 
Cuckoo, cuckoo; 
And at my back 
The howie hill stüde up and spak: 
Cuckoo, cuckoo. 

There was nae soun':  the loupin' linn
Was frostit in its fa': 
Nae bird was on the lanely whin 
Sae white wi’ fleurs o' snaw:
Cuckoo, cuckoo; 
I stüde stane still;
And saft...Read more of this...
by Soutar, William
...The hurricane had swept the glen.
     Faint, and more faint, its failing din
     Returned from cavern, cliff, and linn,
     And silence settled, wide and still,
     On the lone wood and mighty hill.
     IV.

     Less loud the sounds of sylvan war
     Disturbed the heights of Uam-Var,
     And roused the cavern where, 't is told,
     A giant made his den of old;
     For ere that steep ascent was won,
     High in his pathway hung the sun,
     And many ...Read more of this...
by Scott, Sir Walter

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