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—to Daunton Me

THE BLUDE-RED rose at Yule may blaw,The simmer lilies bloom in snaw,The frost may freeze the deepest sea;But an auld man shall never daunton..

© Robert Burns

Prayer—o Thou Dread Power

O THOU dread Power, who reign'st above,I know thou wilt me hear,When for this scene of peace and love,I make this prayer sincere.The hoary Sire—the..

© Robert Burns

I'Ll Go And Be A Sodger

O WHY the deuce should I repine,And be an ill foreboder?I'm twenty-three, and five feet nine,I'll go and be a sodger!I gat some gear wi' mickle..

© Robert Burns

What Can A Young Lassie Do Wi' An Auld Man?

WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie,What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man?Bad luck on the penny that tempted my minnieTo sell her..

© Robert Burns

Song—the Rigs O' Barley

IT was upon a Lammas night,When corn rigs are bonie,Beneath the moon's unclouded light,I held awa to Annie;The time flew by, wi' tentless heed,Till..

© Robert Burns

Here's His Health In Water

ALTHO' my back be at the wa',And tho' he be the fautor;Altho' my back be at the wa',Yet, here's his health in water.O wae gae by his wanton sides,Sae..

© Robert Burns

Song—my Nanie's Awa

NOW in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays,And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er her braes;While birds warble welcomes in ilka green shaw,But to..

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Saw You My Dear, My Philly

O SAW ye my Dear, my Philly?O saw ye my Dear, my Philly,She's down i' the grove, she's wi' a new Love,She winna come hame to her Willy.What says she..

© Robert Burns

Epistle To Mrs. Scott Of Wauchope House

GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date,When I was bardless, young, and blate,An' first could thresh the barn,Or haud a yokin' at the pleugh;An, tho'..

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O Aye My Wife She Dang Me

Chorus—O aye my wife she dang me,An' aft my wife she bang'd me,If ye gie a woman a' her will,Gude faith! she'll soon o'er-gang ye.ON peace an' rest..

© Robert Burns

Where Are The Joys I Have Met

WHERE are the joys I have met in the morning,That danc'd to the lark's early song?Where is the peace that awaited my wand'ring,At evening the..

© Robert Burns

O Leave Novels!

O LEAVE novels, 1 ye Mauchline belles,Ye're safer at your spinning-wheel;Such witching books are baited hooksFor rakish rooks, like Rob Mossgiel;Your..

© Robert Burns

The Five Carlins: An Election Ballad

THERE was five Carlins in the South,They fell upon a scheme,To send a lad to London town,To bring them tidings hame.Nor only bring them tidings..

© Robert Burns

Epitaph For Mr. W. Cruickshank

HONEST 1 Will to Heaven's awayAnd mony shall lament him;His fau'ts they a' in Latin lay,In English nane e'er kent them.

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Here's To Thy Health, My Bonie Lass

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 thee.O dinna think..

© Robert Burns

Song—down The Burn, Davie Love

AS down the burn they took their way,And thro' the flowery dale;His cheek to hers he aft did lay,And love was aye the tale:With "Mary, when shall we..

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Song—such A Parcel Of Rogues In A Nation

FAREWEEL to a' our Scottish fame,Fareweel our ancient glory;Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name,Sae fam'd in martial story.Now Sark rins over Solway..

© Robert Burns

Song—out Over The Forth

OUT over the Forth, I look to the North;But what is the north and its Highlands to me?The south nor the east gie ease to my breast,The far foreign..

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Song—blythe Hae I Been On Yon Hill

BLYTHE hae I been on yon hill,As the lambs before me;Careless ilka thought and free,As the breeze flew o'er me;Now nae langer sport and play,Mirth or..

© Robert Burns

Song—kellyburn Braes

THERE lived a carl in Kellyburn Braes,Hey, and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme;And he had a wife was the plague of his days,And the thyme it is..

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Song—phillis The Fair

WHILE larks, with little wing,Fann'd the pure air,Tasting the breathing Spring,Forth I did fare:Gay the sun's golden eyePeep'd o'er the mountains..

© Robert Burns

Epistle To John Maxwell, Esq., Of Terraughty

HEALTH to the Maxwell's veteran Chief!Health, aye unsour'd by care or grief:Inspir'd, I turn'd Fate's sibyl leaf,This natal morn,I see thy life is..

© Robert Burns

Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 2

FY, let us a' to Kirkcudbright,For there will be bickerin' there;For Murray's light horse are to muster,And O how the heroes will swear!And there..

© Robert Burns

Fickle Fortune: A Fragment

THOUGH fickle Fortune has deceived me,She pormis'd fair and perform'd but ill;Of mistress, friends, and wealth bereav'd me,Yet I bear a heart shall..

© Robert Burns

Inscription For An Alter Of Independence

THOU of an independent mind,With soul resolv'd, with soul resign'd;Prepar'd Power's proudest frown to brave,Who wilt not be, nor have a slave;Virtue..

© Robert Burns