Poem by Robert Burns
I MURDER hate by field or flood,
Tho’ glory’s name may screen us;
In wars at hame I’ll spend my blood,
Life-giving wars of Venus.
The deities that I adore
Are social Peace and Plenty;
I’m better pleased to make one more,
Than be the death of twenty.
Robert Burns's other poems:
- The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)
- Farewell to Ballochmyle
- The Flowery Banks of Cree
- Gala Water
- O Wha is She that Lo’es Me?
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
John Keats Lines ("UNFELT unheard, unseen") William Wordsworth Lines ("STRANGER! this hillock of misshapen stones") Samuel Coleridge Lines ("RICHER than miser o’er his countless hoards") Thomas Hood Lines ("Let Us Make a Leap, My Dear") Thomas Hardy Lines ("Before we part to alien thoughts and aims") Samuel Johnson Lines ("Wheresoe'er I turn my view") 1777Francis Thompson Lines ("O tree of many branches! One thou hast") Oliver Holmes Lines ("COME back to your mother, ye children, for shame") Joseph Drake Lines ("Day gradual fades, in evening gray") Ebenezer Elliott Lines ("FROM Shirecliffe, o’er a silent sea of trees") George Morris Lines ("O Love! the mischief thou hast done!") John Lockhart Lines ("When youthful faith hath fled") Thomas Talfourd Lines ("HOW simple in their grandeur are the forms ") John Reade Lines ("I KNELT down as I poured my spirit forth by that gray gate")
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