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—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
Song—the Battle Of Sherramuir
"O CAM ye here the fight to shun,Or herd the sheep wi' me, man?Or were ye at the Sherra-moor,Or did the battle see, man?"I saw the battle, sair and..
© Robert Burns
Song—the Gallant Weaver
WHERE Cart rins rowin' to the sea,By mony a flower and spreading tree,There lives a lad, the lad for me,He is a gallant Weaver.O, I had wooers aught..
© Robert Burns
Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 3
'TWAS in the seventeen hunder yearO' grace, and ninety-five,That year I was the wae'est manOf ony man alive.In March the three-an'-twentieth morn,The..
© Robert Burns
Epigram On The Said Occasion
O DEATH, had'st thou but spar'd his life,Whom we this day lament,We freely wad exchanged the wife,And a' been weel content.Ev'n as he is, cauld in..
© Robert Burns
Versified Note To Dr. Mackenzie, Mauchline
FRIDAY first's the day appointedBy the Right Worshipful anointed,To hold our grand procession;To get a blad o' Johnie's morals,And taste a swatch o'..
© Robert Burns
Lines Inscribed Under Fergusson's Portrait
CURSE on ungrateful man, that can be pleased,And yet can starve the author of the pleasure.O thou, my elder brother in misfortune,By far my elder..
© Robert Burns
Oh You Knid, You Are Vile And Vermicious....
Oh you Knid, you are vile and vermicious!You are slimy and soggy and squishous!But what do we care'Cause you can't get in here,So hop it and don't..
© Roald Dahl
Veruca Salt, The Little Brute
'Veruca Salt, the little brute,Has just gone down the garbage chute,(And as we very rightly thoughtThat in a case like this we oughtTo see the thing..
© Roald Dahl
The Rowing Song
Round the world and home againThat's the sailor's wayFaster faster, faster fasterThere's no earthly way of knowingWhich direction we are goingThere's..
© Roald Dahl
There's No Earthly Way Of Knowing
There's no earthly way of knowingWhich direction they are going!There's no knowing where they're rowing,Or which way they river's flowing!Not a speck..
© Roald Dahl
Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary
Mary, Mary, quite contraryHow does your garden grow?'I live with my brat in a high-rise flat,So how in the world would I know.'
© Roald Dahl
If You Are Old And Have The Shakes
'If you are old and have the shakes,If all your bones are full of aches,If you can hardly walk at all,If living drives you up the wall,If you're a..
© Roald Dahl