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").
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
Lines On Meeting With Lord Daer
THIS 1 wot ye all whom it concerns,I, Rhymer Robin, alias Burns,October twenty-third,A ne'er-to-be-forgotten day,Sae far I sprackl'd up the brae,I..
© Robert Burns
Elegy On Captain Matthew Henderson
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody!The meikle devil wi' a woodieHaurl thee hame to his black smiddie,O'er hurcheon hides,And like stock-fish come..
© Robert Burns
Verses On Castle Gordon
STREAMS that glide in orient plains,Never bound by Winter's chains;Glowing here on golden sands,There immix'd with foulest stainsFrom Tyranny's..
© Robert Burns
Song—fragment—damon And Sylvia
YON wandering rill that marks the hill,And glances o'er the brae, Sir,Slides by a bower, where mony a flowerSheds fragrance on the day, Sir;There..
© Robert Burns
Epistle To John Goldie, In Kilmarnock
O GOWDIE, terror o' the whigs,Dread o' blackcoats and rev'rend wigs!Sour Bigotry, on her last legs,Girns an' looks back,Wishing the ten Egyptian..
© Robert Burns
Song—a Health To Ane I Loe Dear
Chorus—Here's a health to ane I loe dear,Here's a health to ane I loe dear;Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet,And soft as their..
© Robert Burns
Epigram On A Swearing Coxcomb
HERE cursing, swearing Burton lies,A buck, a beau, or "Dem my eyes!"Who in his life did little good,And his last words were "Dem my blood!"
© Robert Burns
Song—montgomerie's Peggy
ALTHO' my bed were in yon muir,Amang the heather, in my plaidie;Yet happy, happy would I be,Had I my dear Montgomerie's Peggy.When o'er the hill beat..
© Robert Burns
Song—clarina, Mistress Of My Soul
CLARINDA, mistres of my soul,The measur'd time is run!The wretch beneath the dreary poleSo marks his latest sun.To what dark cave of frozen..
© Robert Burns
Sappho Redivivus: A Fragment
BY all I lov'd, neglected and forgot,No friendly face e'er lights my squalid cot;Shunn'd, hated, wrong'd, unpitied, unredrest,The mock'd quotation of..
© Robert Burns
Scots Prologue For Mr. Sutherland
WHAT needs this din about the town o' Lon'on,How this new play an' that new sang is comin?Why is outlandish stuff sae meikle courted?Does nonsense..
© Robert Burns
The First Six Verses Of The Ninetieth Psalm Versified
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..
© Robert Burns
Song—highland Harry Back Again
MY Harry was a gallant gay,Fu' stately strade he on the plain;But now he's banish'd far away,I'll never see him back again.Chorus.—O for him back..
© Robert Burns