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").
Epigram On An Innkeeper (&Quot;The Marquis&Quot;)
HERE lies a mock Marquis, whose titles were shamm'd,If ever he rise, it will be to be damn'd.
© Robert Burns
Second Epistle To Robert Graham, Esq., Of Fintry
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg,About to beg a pass for leave to beg;Dull, listless, teas'd, dejected, and deprest(Nature is adverse to a..
© Robert Burns
Prologue, Spoken By Mr. Woods At Edinburgh
WHEN, by a generous Public's kind acclaim,That dearest meed is granted—honest fame;Waen here your favour is the actor's lot,Nor even the man in..
© Robert Burns
Epistle From Esopus To Maria
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells,Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells;Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast,And deal from iron..
© Robert Burns
Epigram—thanks For A National Victory
YE hypocrites! are these your pranks?To murder men and give God thanks!Desist, for shame!—proceed no further;God won't accept your thanks for MURTHER
© Robert Burns
Lament For James, Earl Of Glencairn
THE WIND blew hollow frae the hills,By fits the sun's departing beamLook'd on the fading yellow woods,That wav'd o'er Lugar's winding stream:Beneath..
© Robert Burns
Lines Written Under The Picture Of Miss Burns
CEASE, ye prudes, your envious railing,Lovely Burns has charms—confess:True it is, she had one failing,Had a woman ever less?
© Robert Burns
To Mr. M'Adam, Of Craigen-Gillan
SIR, o'er a gill I gat your card,I trow it made me proud;"See wha taks notice o' the bard!"I lap and cried fu' loud.Now deil-ma-care about their..
© Robert Burns
Epitaph For Robert Aiken, Esq.
KNOW thou, O stranger to the fameOf this much lov'd, much honoured name!(For none that knew him need be told)A warmer heart death ne'er made cold.
© Robert Burns
To Gavin Hamilton, Esq., Mauchline, Recommending A Boy
I HOLD it, sir, my bounden dutyTo warn you how that Master Tootie,Alias, Laird M'Gaun,Was here to hire yon lad away'Bout whom ye spak the tither..
© Robert Burns
Sonnet On The Death Of Robert Riddell
NO more, ye warblers of the wood! no more;Nor pour your descant grating on my soul;Thou young-eyed Spring! gay in thy verdant stole,More welcome were..
© Robert Burns
The Fête Champêtre
O WHA will to Saint Stephen's House,To do our errands there, man?O wha will to Saint Stephen's HouseO' th' merry lads of Ayr, man?Or will we send a..
© Robert Burns
Fragment—wee Willie Gray
WEE Willie Gray, and his leather wallet,Peel a willow wand to be him boots and jacket;The rose upon the breir will be him trews an' doublet,The rose..
© Robert Burns
Song—bonie Dundee: A Fragment
MY blessin's upon thy sweet wee lippie!My blessin's upon thy e'e-brie!Thy smiles are sae like my blythe sodger laddie,Thou's aye the dearer, and..
© Robert Burns
On The Death Of Robert Dundas, Esq., Of Arniston
LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocksShun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks;Down from the rivulets, red with dashing rains,The..
© Robert Burns
On The Birth Of A Posthumous Child
SWEET flow'ret, pledge o' meikle love,And ward o' mony a prayer,What heart o' stane wad thou na move,Sae helpless, sweet, and fair?November hirples..
© Robert Burns
Song—kenmure's On And Awa, Willie
O KENMURE'S on and awa, Willie,O Kenmure's on and awa:An' Kenmure's lord's the bravest lordThat ever Galloway saw.Success to Kenmure's band..
© Robert Burns
Song—lady Onlie, Honest Luckie
A' THE lads o' Thorniebank,When they gae to the shore o' Bucky,They'll step in an' tak a pintWi' Lady Onlie, honest Lucky.Chorus.—Lady Onlie, honest..
© Robert Burns
Extempore Reply To An Invitation
THE KING'S most humble servant, ICan scarcely spare a minute;But I'll be wi' you by an' by;
© Robert Burns
obert Burns Song—i'Ll Meet Thee On The Lea Rig
WHEN o'er the hill the eastern starTells bughtin time is near, my jo,And owsen frae the furrow'd fieldReturn sae dowf and weary O;Down by the burn..
© Robert Burns
On Seeing Mrs. Kemble In Yarico
KEMBLE, thou cur'st my unbeliefFor Moses and his rod;At Yarico's sweet nor of griefThe rock with tears had flow'd.
© Robert Burns
Song—tam Glen
MY heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,Some counsel unto me come len',To anger them a' is a pity,But what will I do wi' Tam Glen?I'm thinking, wi' sic a..
© Robert Burns
Song—carle, An' The King Come
Chorus.—Carle, an the King come,Carle, an the King come,Thou shalt dance and I will sing,Carle, an the King come.AN SOMEBODY were come again,Then..
© Robert Burns
Song—my Nanie, O!
BEHIND yon hills where Lugar flows,'Mang moors an' mosses many, O,The wintry sun the day has clos'd,And I'll awa to Nanie, O.The westlin wind blaws..
© Robert Burns
Song—the Braes O' Killiecrankie
WHERE hae ye been sae braw, lad?Whare hae ye been sae brankie, O?Whare hae ye been sae braw, lad?Cam ye by Killiecrankie, O?Chorus.—An ye had been..
© Robert Burns