English poem
304. Song—I Murder hate
by Robert Burns
I MURDER hate by flood or field, Tho’ glory’s name may screen us; In wars at home I’ll spend my blood— Life-giving wars of Venus. The deities that I adore Are social Peace and Plenty; I’m better pleas’d to make one more, Than be the death of twenty.
I would not die like Socrates, For all the fuss of Plato; Nor would I with Leonidas, Nor yet would I with Cato: The zealots of the Church and State Shall ne’er my mortal foes be; But let me have bold Zimri’s fate, Within the arms of Cozbi!
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- 294. Song—To Mary in Heaven
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- 305. Song—Gudewife, count the lawin
- 306. Election Ballad at close of Contest for representing the Dumfries Burghs, 1790
- 309. Verses on Captain Grose
- 310. Tam o’ Shanter: A Tale