Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Song—crowdie Ever Mair
O THAT I had ne'er been married,I wad never had nae care,Now I've gotten wife an' weans,An' they cry "Crowdie" evermair.Chorus.—Ance crowdie, twice..
© Robert Burns
Epigram Addressed To An Artist
DEAR ———, I'll gie ye some advice,You'll tak it no uncivil:You shouldna paint at angels mair,But try and paint the devil.To paint an Angel's kittle..
© Robert Burns
Inscription At Friars' Carse Hermitage
TO Riddell, much lamented man,This ivied cot was dear;Wandr'er, dost value matchless worth?This ivied cot revere.
© Robert Burns
Song—o May, Thy Morn
O MAY, thy morn was ne'er so sweetAs the mirk night o' December!For sparkling was the rosy wine,And private was the chamber:And dear was she I dare..
© Robert Burns
Song—in The Character Of A Ruined Farmer
THE SUN he is sunk in the west,All creatures retirиd to rest,While here I sit, all sore beset,With sorrow, grief, and woe:And it's O, fickle Fortune..
© Robert Burns
Written In Friars' Carse Hermitage (Second Version)
THOU whom chance may hither lead,Be thou clad in russet weed,Be thou deckt in silken stole,Grave these counsels on thy soul.Life is but a day at..
© Robert Burns
Epigram—the Raptures Of Folly
THOU greybeard, old Wisdom! may boast of thy treasures;Give me with young Folly to live;I grant thee thy calm-blooded, time-settled pleasures,But..
© Robert Burns
Epistle To Dr. Blacklock
ELLISLAND, 21st Oct., 1789.WOW, but your letter made me vauntie!And are ye hale, and weel and cantie?I ken'd it still, your wee bit jauntieWad bring..
© Robert Burns
Song—it Was A' For Our Rightfu' King
IT was a' for our rightfu' KingWe left fair Scotland's strand;It was a' for our rightfu' KingWe e'er saw Irish land, my dear,We e'er saw Irish..
© Robert Burns
516. Song—I'll aye ca' in by yon town
Chorus—I'll aye ca' in by yon town,And by yon garden-green again;I'll aye ca' in by yon town,And see my bonie Jean again.THERE'S nane sall ken..
© Robert Burns
Song—Farewell thou stream that winding flows
FAREWELL, thou stream that winding flowsAround Eliza's dwelling;O mem'ry! spare the cruel thoesWithin my bosom swelling.Condemn'd to drag a hopeless..
© Robert Burns
Epigram—Divine Service at Lamington
AS cauld a wind as ever blew,A cauld kirk, an in't but few:As cauld a minister's e'er spak;Ye'se a' be het e'er I come back.
© Robert Burns
329. Verses on the destruction of the Woods near Drumlanrig
AS on the banks o' wandering Nith,Ae smiling simmer morn I stray'd,And traced its bonie howes and haughs,Where linties sang and lammies play'd,I sat..
© Robert Burns
Song—fragment—why Tell The Lover
WHY, why tell thy loverBliss he never must enjoy"?Why, why undeceive him,And give all his hopes the lie?O why, while fancy, raptur'd..
© Robert Burns
Song—will Ye Go To The Indies, My Mary?
WILL ye go to the Indies, my Mary,And leave auld Scotia's shore?Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary,Across th' Atlantic roar?O sweet grows the lime and..
© Robert Burns
Song—the Banks O' Doon (First Version)
SWEET are the banks—the banks o' Doon,The spreading flowers are fair,And everything is blythe and glad,But I am fu' o' care.Thou'll break my heart..
© Robert Burns
Verses To Collector Mitchell
FRIEND of the Poet, tried and leal,Wha, wanting thee, might beg or steal;Alake, alake, the meikle deilWi' a' his witchesAre at it skelpin jig and..
© Robert Burns
381. Song—Fragment—No cold approach
NO cold approach, no altered mien,Just what would make suspicion start;No pause the dire extremes between,He made me blest—and broke my heart.
© Robert Burns
233. Song—O were I on Parnassus Hill
O, WERE I on Parnassus hill,Or had o' Helicon my fill,That I might catch poetic skill,To sing how dear I love thee!But Nith maun be my Muse's well,My..
© Robert Burns
320. Lines to Sir John Whitefoord, Bart
THOU, who thy honour as thy God rever'st,Who, save thy mind's reproach, nought earthly fear'st,To thee this votive offering I impart,The tearful..
© Robert Burns
491. Song—Lassie wi' the Lint-white Locks
Chorus.—Lassie wi'the lint-white locks,Bonie lassie, artless lassie,Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks,Wilt thou be my Dearie, O?NOW Nature cleeds the..
© Robert Burns
Ode On The Departed Regency Bill
DAUGHTER of Chaos' doting years,Nurse of ten thousand hopes and fears,Whether thy airy, insubstantial shade(The rights of sepulture now duly..
© Robert Burns
Ode On The Departed Regency Bill
DAUGHTER of Chaos' doting years,Nurse of ten thousand hopes and fears,Whether thy airy, insubstantial shade(The rights of sepulture now duly..
© Robert Burns
Epigrams Against The Earl Of Galloway
WHAT dost thou in that mansion fair?Flit, Galloway, and findSome narrow, dirty, dungeon cave,The picture of thy mind.———No Stewart art thou..
© Robert Burns
Verses Inscribed Under A Noble Earl's Picture
WHOSE 1 is that noble, dauntless brow?And whose that eye of fire?And whose that generous princely mien,E'en rooted foes admire?Stranger! to justly..
© Robert Burns