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Famous Shaws Poems by Famous Poets

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by Burns, Robert
...ssie, &c.

The braes ascend like lofty wa’s,
The foaming stream deep-roaring fa’s,
O’erhung wi’ fragrant spreading shaws—
 The birks of Aberfeldy.
 Bonie lassie, &c.

The hoary cliffs are crown’d wi’ flowers,
White o’er the linns the burnie pours,
And rising, weets wi’ misty showers
 The birks of Aberfeldy.
 Bonie lassie, &c.

Let Fortune’s gifts at randoe flee,
They ne’er shall draw a wish frae me;
Supremely blest wi’ love and thee,
 In the birks of Ab...Read More

by Burns, Robert
Come join, ye Nature’s sturdiest bairns,
 My wailing numbers!

Mourn, ilka grove the cushat kens!
Ye haz’ly shaws and briery dens!
Ye burnies, wimplin’ down your glens,
 Wi’ toddlin din,
Or foaming, strang, wi’ hasty stens,
 Frae lin to lin.

Mourn, little harebells o’er the lea;
Ye stately foxgloves, fair to see;
Ye woodbines hanging bonilie,
 In scented bow’rs;
Ye roses on your thorny tree,
 The first o’ flow’rs.

At dawn, when ev’ry grassy blade
Droop...Read More

by Burns, Robert
 Her griefs will tell!

In gowany glens thy burnie strays,
Where bonie lasses bleach their claes,
Or trots by hazelly shaws and braes,
 Wi’ hawthorns gray,
Where blackbirds join the shepherd’s lays,
 At close o’ day.

Thy rural loves are Nature’s sel’;
Nae bombast spates o’ nonsense swell;
Nae snap conceits, but that sweet spell
 O’ witchin love,
That charm that can the strongest quell,
 The sternest move....Read More

by Burns, Robert
...BRAW, braw lads on Yarrow-braes,
 They rove amang the blooming heather;
But Yarrow braes, nor Ettrick shaws
 Can match the lads o’ Galla Water.

But there is ane, a secret ane,
 Aboon them a’ I loe him better;
And I’ll be his, and he’ll be mine,
 The bonie lad o’ Galla Water.

Altho’ his daddie was nae laird,
 And tho’ I hae nae meikle tocher,
Yet rich in kindest, truest love,
 We’ll tent our flocks by Galla Water.

It ne’er was wealth, it ne’...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...mple 6 has been lang our fae,
M’Gill 7 has wrought us meikle wae,
An’ that curs’d rascal ca’d M’Quhae, 8
 And baith the Shaws, 9
That aft hae made us black an’ blae,
 Wi’ vengefu’ paws.

Auld Wodrow 10 lang has hatch’d mischief;
We thought aye death wad bring relief;
But he has gotten, to our grief,
 Ane to succeed him,
A chield wha’ 11 soundly buff our beef;
 I meikle dread him.

And mony a ane that I could tell,
Wha fain wad openly rebel,
Forby turn-coats amang ou...Read More

by Burns, Robert
 Aff’s nieves that night.

A wanton widow Leezie was,
 As cantie as a kittlen;
But och! that night, amang the shaws,
 She gat a fearfu’ settlin!
She thro’ the whins, an’ by the cairn,
 An’ owre the hill gaed scrievin;
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 glitt...Read More

by Housman, A E
...The snows are fled away, leaves on the shaws
 And grasses in the mead renew their birth,
The river to the river-bed withdraws,
 And altered is the fashion of the earth.

The Nymphs and Graces three put off their fear
 And unapparelled in the woodland play.
The swift hour and the brief prime of the year
 Say to the soul, Thou wast not born for aye.

Thaw follows frost; hard on the heel...Read More

by Sassoon, Siegfried
...garnered in your autumn sheaves 
And sad the robins pipe at set of day.

Now do ye dream of Spring when greening shaws
Confer with the shrewd breezes and of slopes 10
Flower-kirtled and of April virgin guest;
Days that ye love despite their windy flaws 
Since they are woven with all joys and hopes
Whereof ye nevermore shall be possessed....Read More

by Kipling, Rudyard
 To find the fickle tide,
By dry and sea-forgotten walls,
 Our ports of stranded pride.

I will go north about the shaws
 And the deep ghylls that breed
Huge oaks and old, the which we hold
 No more than Sussex weed;
Or south where windy Piddinghoe's
 Begilded dolphin veers,
And red beside wide-banked Ouse
 Lie down our Sussex steers.

So to the land our hearts we give
 Til the sure magic strike,
And Memory, Use, and Love make live
 Us and our fields alike --
That de...Read More

by Chesterton, G K
...e land is left behind.


Up across windy wastes and up
Went Alfred over the shaws,
Shaken of the joy of giants,
The joy without a cause.

In the slopes away to the western bays,
Where blows not ever a tree,
He washed his soul in the west wind
And his body in the sea.

And he set to rhyme his ale-measures,
And he sang aloud his laws,
Because of the joy of the giants,
The joy without a cause. 

The King went gathering Wess...Read More

by Field, Eugene
...s like to break.

He raised his master in his arms,
And set him on his knee;
And Robin's eyes beheld the skies,
The shaws, the greenwood tree.

The brook was babbling as of old,
The birds sang full and clear,
And the wild-flowers gay like a carpet lay
In the path of the timid deer.

"O Little John," said Robin Hood,
"Meseemeth now to be
Standing with you so stanch and true
Under the greenwood tree.

"And all around I hear the sound
Of Sherwood long ago,
And my...Read More

by Kipling, Rudyard fou!
 "But plainly we can ken
"Ye're fallin', fallin' fra the band
 "O' cantie single men!"

An' it fell when sirris-shaws were sere,
 An' the nichts were lang and mirk,
In braw new breeks, wi' a gowden ring,
 Or Jocke gaed to the Kirk!...Read More

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