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").

Thou Lingering Star

Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray,That lov'st to greet the early morn,Again thou usherast in the dayMy Mary from my soul was torn.O Mary, dear..

© Robert Burns

Bonnie Lesley

O SAW ye bonnie LesleyAs she gaed o'er the Border?She 's gane, like Alexander,To spread her conquests farther.To see her is to love her,And love but..

© Robert Burns

Lines On The Fall Of Fyers Near Loch Ness

Among the heathy hills and ragged woodsThe roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods;Till full he dashes on the rocky mounds,Where, thro' a shapeless..

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It Was A' For Our Rightful King

1 It was a' for our rightful king2 That we left fair Scotland's strand;3 It was a' for our rightful king4 We e'er saw Irish land,5 My dear,6 We e'er..

© Robert Burns

Here's To Thy Health

Tune - "Laggan Burn."Here's to thy health, my bonie lass,Gude nicht and joy be wi' thee;I'll come nae mair to thy bower-door,To tell thee that I lo'e..

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Duncan Gray

1 Duncan Gray came here to woo,2 Ha, ha, the wooin o't!3 On blythe Yule night when we were fou,4 Ha, ha, the wooin o't!5 Maggie coost her head fu..

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First Six Verses Of The Ninetieth Psalm Versified, The

O Thou, the first, the greatest friendOf all the human race!Whose strong right hand has ever beenTheir stay and dwelling place!Before the mountains..

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Ploughman's Life, The

As I was a-wand'ring ae morning in spring,I heard a young ploughman sae sweetly to sing;And as he was singin', thir words he did say, -There's nae..

© Robert Burns

Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of Spring

Now Nature hangs her mantle greenOn every blooming tree,And spreads her sheets o' daises whiteOut o'er the grassy leaNow Pheebus cheers the crystal..

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The Tear-Drop

Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e;Lang lang Joy's been a stranger to me:Forsaken and friendless, my burden I bear,And the sweet voice o' Pity..

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O Were My Love Yon Lilac Fair

O WERE my Love yon lilac fair, Wi' purple blossoms to the spring,And I a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing;How I wad mourn..

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Lass That Made The Bed To Me, The

When Januar' wind was blawing cauld,As to the north I took my way,The mirksome night did me enfauld,I knew na whare to lodge till day:By my gude luck..

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Mary Morison

O Mary, at thy window be!It is the wish'd the trysted hour.Those smiles and glances let me see,That makes the miser's treasure poor.How blythely wad..

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Now Spring Has Clad The Grove In Green

Now spring has clad the grove in green,And strew'd the lea wi' flowers;The furrow'd, waving corn is seenRejoice in fostering showers:While ilka thing..

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Here's A Health To Them That's Awa

Here's a health to them that's awa,Here's a health to them that's awaAnd wha winna wish guid luck to our cause,May never guid luck be their fa'!It's..

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Ca' The Yowes To The Knowes

1 Ca' the yowes to the knowes,2 Ca' them where the heather grows3 Ca' them where the burnie rows,4 My bonie dearie.5 Hark! the mavis' evening sang6..

© Robert Burns

To A Mountain Daisy

Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flow'r,Thou's met me in an evil hour;For I maun crush amang the stoureThy slender stem:To spare thee now is past my..

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O, Were My Love

O, were my love yon lilac fairWi' purple blossoms to the spring,And I a bird to shelter there,When wearied on my little wing.How I wad mourn when it..

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Bonie Wee Thing, The

Chorus:- Bonie wee thing, cannie wee thing,Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine,I wad wear thee in my bosom,Lest my jewel it should tine.Wishfully I look..

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Jean

OF a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west,For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best:There wild woods grow, and..

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Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie, The

The Author's Only Pet YoweAn Unco Mournfu' TaleAs Mailie, an' her lambs thegither,Was ae day nibbling on the tether,Upon her cloot she coost a..

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Birks Of Aberfeldie, The

Now simmer blinks on flow'ry braes,And o'er the crystal streamlet plays,Come, let us spend the lightsome daysIn the birks of Aberfeldie!Bonnie..

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Epitaph On Holy Willie

Here Holy Willie's sair worn clayTaks up its last abode;His saul has ta'en some other way,I fear, the left-hand road.Stop! there he is, as sur's a..

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Up In The Morning Early

Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,The drift is driving sairly;Sae loud shrill`s I hear the blast,I`m sure it`s winters..

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Robert Bruce's March To Bannockburn

Scots, what hae wi' Wallace bled,Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,Welcome to your gory bed,Or to victorie!Now's the day, and now's the hour;See the..

© Robert Burns