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Famous Sma Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Burns, Robert
...tune may betray thee.

I ken they scorn my low estate,
 But that does never grieve me;
For I’m as free as any he;
 Sma’ siller will relieve me.
I’ll count my health my greatest wealth,
 Sae lang as I’ll enjoy it;
I’ll fear nae scant, I’ll bode nae want,
 As lang’s I get employment.

But far off fowls hae feathers fair,
 And, aye until ye try them,
Tho’ they seem fair, still have a care;
 They may prove waur than I am.
But at twal’ at night, when the moon shi...Read More

by Burns, Robert
 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 they hae clautit
 Fu’ clean that day.

 Note 1. The Ame...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...e o’er us unheeded flie the swift hours o’love.

She is not the fairest, altho’ she is fair;
O’ nice education but sma’ is her share;
Her parentage humble as humble can be;
But I lo’e the dear lassie because she lo’es me.

To Beauty what man but maun yield him a prize,
In her armour of glances, and blushes, and sighs?
And when wit and refinement hae polish’d her darts,
They dazzle our een, as they flie to our hearts.

But kindness, sweet kindness, in the fond-s...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...hem die-for that they’re born:
But oh! prodigious to reflec’!
A Towmont, sirs, is gane to wreck!
O Eighty-eight, in thy sma’ space,
What dire events hae taken place!
Of what enjoyments thou hast reft us!
In what a pickle thou has left us!

 The Spanish empire’s tint a head,
And my auld teethless, Bawtie’s dead:
The tulyie’s teugh ’tween Pitt and Fox,
And ’tween our Maggie’s twa wee cocks;
The tane is game, a bluidy devil,
But to the hen-birds unco civil;
The tither’s somethi...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...If the Ass were the king o’ the brutes.

Cessnock-side! Cessnock-side, wi’ your turkey-cock pride
 Of manhood but sma’ is your share:
Ye’ve the figure, ’tis true, ev’n your foes will allow,
 And your friends they dare grant you nae mair,
Cessnock-side! 13 And your friends they dare grant you nae mair.

Muirland Jock! muirland Jock, when the L—d makes a rock,
 To crush common-sense for her sins;
If ill-manners were wit, there’s no mortal so fit
 To confound the poor...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...oon’s unclouded light,
 I held awa to Annie;
The time flew by, wi’ tentless heed,
 Till, ’tween the late and early,
Wi’ sma’ persuasion she agreed
 To see me thro’ the barley.

Corn rigs, an’ barley rigs,
 An’ corn rigs are bonie:
I’ll ne’er forget that happy night,
 Amang the rigs wi’ Annie.

The sky was blue, the wind was still,
 The moon was shining clearly;
I set her down, wi’ right good will,
 Amang the rigs o’ barley:
I ken’t her heart was a’ my ain;
 I lov’d ...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...d an’ gun he thought a sin
 Guid Christian bluid to draw, man;
But at New York, wi’ knife an’ fork,
 Sir-Loin he hacked sma’, man.

Burgoyne gaed up, like spur an’ whip,
 Till Fraser brave did fa’, man;
Then lost his way, ae misty day,
 In Saratoga shaw, man.
Cornwallis fought as lang’s he dought,
 An’ did the Buckskins claw, man;
But Clinton’s glaive frae rust to save,
 He hung it to the wa’, man.

Then Montague, an’ Guilford too,
 Began to fear, a fa’, man;
An...Read More

by Burns, Robert
 Here’s a health to them that’s awa,
Here’s a health to Charlie 1 the chief o’ the clan,
 Altho’ that his band be but sma’!
 May Liberty meet wi’ success!
 May Prudence protect her frae evil!
May tyrants and tyranny tine i’ the mist,
 And wander their way to the devil!

 Here’s a health to them that’s awa,
 Here’s a health to them that’s awa;
Here’s a health to Tammie, 2 the Norlan’ laddie,
 That lives at the lug o’ the law!
 Here’s freedom to them that wad read,
 Here’s f...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...when ye hae an hour to spare,
 I will expect,
Yon sang ye’ll sen’t, wi’ cannie care,
 And no neglect.

Tho’ faith, sma’ heart hae I to sing!
My muse dow scarcely spread her wing;
I’ve play’d mysel a bonie spring,
 An’ danc’d my fill!
I’d better gaen an’ sair’t the king,
 At Bunker’s Hill.

’Twas ae night lately, in my fun,
I gaed a rovin’ wi’ the gun,
An’ brought a paitrick to the grun’—
 A bonie hen;
And, as the twilight was begun,
 Thought nane wad ken.

The ...Read More

by Burns, Robert
However Fortune kick the ba’,
 Has aye some cause to smile;
 An’ mind still, you’ll find still,
 A comfort this nae sma’;
 Nae mair then we’ll care then,
 Nae farther can we fa’.

What tho’, like commoners of air,
We wander out, we know not where,
 But either house or hal’,
Yet nature’s charms, the hills and woods,
The sweeping vales, and foaming floods,
 Are free alike to all.
In days when daisies deck the ground,
 And blackbirds whistle clear,
With honest joy o...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...Thou kens what zeal I bear,
When drinkers drink, an’ swearers swear,
An’ singin there, an’ dancin here,
 Wi’ great and sma’;
For I am keepit by Thy fear
 Free frae them a’.

But yet, O L—d! confess I must,
At times I’m fash’d wi’ fleshly lust:
An’ sometimes, too, in wardly trust,
 Vile self gets in:
But Thou remembers we are dust,
 Defil’d wi’ sin.

O L—d! yestreen, Thou kens, wi’ Meg—
Thy pardon I sincerely beg,
O! may’t ne’er be a livin plague
 To my dishonour,
A...Read More

by Burns, Robert
The queerest shape that e’er I saw,
For fient a wame it had ava;
 And then its shanks,
They were as thin, as sharp an’ sma’
 As cheeks o’ branks.

“Guid-een,” quo’ I; “Friend! hae ye been mawin,
When ither folk are busy sawin!” 1
I seem’d to make a kind o’ stan’
 But naething spak;
At length, says I, “Friend! whare ye gaun?
 Will ye go back?”

It spak right howe,—“My name is Death,
But be na fley’d.”—Quoth I, “Guid faith,
Ye’re maybe come to stap my breath;
 But te...Read More

by Burns, Robert waly boy will be nae 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;
Bu...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...t leave,
 A toom tar barrel
An’ twa red peats wad bring relief,
 And end the quarrel.

For me, my skill’s but very sma’,
An’ skill in prose I’ve nane ava’;
But quietlins-wise, between us twa,
 Weel may you speed!
And tho’ they sud your sair misca’,
 Ne’er fash your head.

E’en swinge the dogs, and thresh them sicker!
The mair they squeel aye chap the thicker;
And still ’mang hands a hearty bicker
 O’ something stout;
It gars an owthor’s pulse beat quicker,
 And help...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...ies them’t like a tether,
 Fu’ lang that day.

Waesucks! for him that gets nae lass,
 Or lasses that hae naething!
Sma’ need has he to say a grace,
 Or melvie his braw claithing!
O wives, be mindfu’ ance yoursel’
 How bonie lads ye wanted;
An’ dinna for a kebbuck-heel
 Let lasses be affronted
 On sic a day!

Now Clinkumbell, wi’ rattlin tow,
 Begins to jow an’ croon;
Some swagger hame the best they dow,
 Some wait the afternoon.
At slaps the billies halt a blink,
 T...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...e brunstane cootie,
 To scaud poor wretches!

Hear me, auld Hangie, for a wee,
An’ let poor damned bodies be;
I’m sure sma’ pleasure it can gie,
 Ev’n to a deil,
To skelp an’ scaud poor dogs like me,
 An’ hear us squeel!

Great is thy pow’r an’ great thy fame;
Far ken’d an’ noted is thy name;
An’ tho’ yon lowin’ heuch’s thy hame,
 Thou travels far;
An’ faith! thou’s neither lag nor lame,
 Nor blate, nor scaur.

Whiles, ranging like a roarin lion,
For prey, a’ holes and...Read More

by Burns, Robert’-twenty year,
Sin’ thou was my guid-father’s mear;
He gied me thee, o’ tocher clear,
 An’ fifty mark;
Tho’ it was sma’, ’twas weel-won gear,
 An’ thou was stark.

When first I gaed to woo my Jenny,
Ye then was trotting wi’ your minnie:
Tho’ ye was trickie, slee, an’ funnie,
 Ye ne’er was donsie;
But hamely, tawie, quiet, an’ cannie,
 An’ unco sonsie.

That day, ye pranc’d wi’ muckle pride,
When ye bure hame my bonie bride:
An’ sweet an’ gracefu’ she did ride,
...Read More

by Paterson, Andrew Barton the Christmas time, 
When the wheat was ripe and tall, 
A stranger rode to the farmer's gate -- 
A sturdy man and a small. 
"Rin doon, rin doon, my little son Jack, 
And bid the stranger stay; 
And we'll hae a crack for Auld Lang Syne, 
For the morn is Christmas Day." 

"Nay noo, nay noo," said the dour guidwife, 
"But ye should let him be; 
He's maybe only a drover chap 
Frae the land o' the Darling Pea. 

"Wi' a drover's tales, and a drover's thirst 
To swig...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...s by the sound.
And I says in ma mind: "Gang ye back, ye auld fule!"
 When I thrilled tae a note that wis saucy and sma';
And there in a crater, collected and cool,
 Wi' his wee penny whistle wis Sandy McGraw.
Ay, there he wis playin' as gleg as could be,
 And listenin' hard wis a spectacled Boche;
Then Sandy turned roon' and he noddit tae me,
 And he says: "Dinna blab on me, Sergeant McTosh.
The auld chap is deein'. He likes me tae play.
 It's makin' him ...Read More

by Burns, Robert, 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...Read More

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