English poem
The Keekin’-Glass
by Robert Burns
How daur ye ca’ me howlet-face, Ye blear-e’ed, withered spectre? Ye only spied the keekin’-glass, An’ there ye saw your picture.
More by Robert Burns
- The Humble Petition Of Bruar Water To The Noble Duke Of Athole.
- The Inventory; - In Answer To A Mandate By The Surveyor Of The Taxes.
- The Invitation.
- The Joyful Widower.
- The Kirk Of Lamington
- The Kirk Of Lamington.
- The Kirk's Alarm. - A Ballad. (Second Version.)
- The Kirk's Alarm;[1] A Satire. (First Version.)