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").

Holy Willie's Prayer

'And send the godly in a pet to pray.' - PopeO Thou, that in the heavens does dwell,Wha, as it pleases best Thysel',Sends ane to heaven an' ten to..

© Robert Burns

Green Grow The Rashes

Green grow the rashes, O!Green grow the rashes, O!The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,Are spent amang the lasses, O!There's nought but care on every..

© Robert Burns

A Fiddler In The North

Amang the trees, where humming bees,At buds and flowers were hinging, O,Auld Caledon drew out her drone,And to her pipe was singing, O:'Twas Pibroch..

© Robert Burns

Willie Wastle

Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed,The spot they ca'd it Linkumdoddie.Willie was a wabster guidCould stown a clue wi onie body.He had a wife was dour and..

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A Poets's Welcome To His Love-Begotten Daughter

Thou's welcome, wean; mishanter fa' me,If thoughts o' thee, or yet thy mammie,Shall ever daunton me or awe me,My sweet wee lady,Or if I blush when..

© Robert Burns

To A Louse

On Seeing One on a Lady's Bonnet at ChurchHa! whare ye gaun' ye crowlin ferlie?Your impudence protects you sairly;I canna say but ye strunt..

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Carigieburn Wood

Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn,And blythe awakens the morrow,But a' the pride o' spring's returnCan yield me nocht but sorrow.I see the flowers..

© Robert Burns

Song—Composed in Spring

Again rejoicing nature seesHer robe assume its vernal hues,Her leafy looks wave in the breeze,All freshly steep'd in morning dews.And maun I still on..

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Coming Through The Rye

Coming thro' the rye, poor body,Coming thro' the rye,She draiglet a' her petticoatieComing thro' the rye.O, Jenny's a' wat, poor body;Jenny's seldom..

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A Dedication

Expect na, sir, in this narration,A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication,To roose you up, an' ca' you guid,An' sprung o' great an' noble bluid,Because..

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Highland Mary

Ye banks, and braes, and streams aroundThe castle o' Montgomery,Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,Your waters never drumlie!There Simmer..

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Address To The Unco Guid

My Son, these maxims make a rule,An' lump them aye thegither;The Rigid Righteous is a fool,The Rigid Wise anither:The cleanest corn that ere was..

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Auld Farmer's New-Year-Morning

A Guide New-year I wish thee, Maggie!Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie:Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' knaggie,I've seen the dayThere could hae..

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Ah, Woe Is Me, My Mother Dear

Ah, woe is me, my mother dear!A man of strife ye've born me:For sair contention I maun bear;They hate, revile, and scorn me.I ne'er could lend on..

© Robert Burns

To A Kiss

Humid seal of soft affections,Tend'rest pledge of future bliss,Dearest tie of young connections,Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.Speaking silence..

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Afton Water

1 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,2 Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;3 My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,4..

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Address To The Devil

1 O thou! whatever title suit thee,--2 Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie!3 Wha in yon cavern, grim an' sootie,4 Clos'd under hatches,5 Spairges..

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Address To The Tooth-Ache

My curse upon your venom'd stang,That shoots my tortur'd gums alang;And thro' my lugs gies mony a twang,Wi' gnawing vengeance;Tearing my nerves wi'..

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Tam O' Shanter

A Tale"Of Brownyis and of Bogillis full is this Buke."Gawin Douglas.When chapman billies leave the street,And drouthy neibors neibors meet;As market..

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Address To A Haggis

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!Aboon them a' ye tak your place,Painch, tripe, or thairm:Weel are ye wordy of a..

© Robert Burns

A Dream

Guid-Mornin' to our Majesty!May Heaven augment your blissesOn ev'ry new birth-day ye see,A humble poet wishes.My bardship here, at your LeveeOn sic a..

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Ae Fond Kiss

1 Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;2 Ae fareweel, and then forever!3 Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,4 Warring sighs and groans I'll wage..

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A Bard's Epitaph

Is there a whim-inspired fool,Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule,Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool,Let him draw near;And owre this grassy..

© Robert Burns

A Bottle And Friend

There's nane that's blest of human kind,But the cheerful and the gay, man,Fal, la, la, &c.Here's a bottle and an honest friend!What wad ye wish..

© Robert Burns

My Heart's In The Highlands

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,The hills of the..

© Robert Burns