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").
Sylvander To Clarinda
WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair,First struck Sylvander's raptur'd view,He gaz'd, he listened to despair,Alas! 'twas all he dared to do.Love..
© Robert Burns
Epigram On Dr. Babington's Looks
THAT there is a falsehood in his looks,I must and will deny:They tell their Master is a knave,And sure they do not lie.
© Robert Burns
The Calf
RIGHT, sir! your text I'll prove it true,Tho' heretics may laugh;For instance, there's yourself just now,God knows, an unco calf.And should some..
© Robert Burns
Epitaph On A Henpecked Squire
AS father Adam first was fool'd,(A case that's still too common,)Here lies man a woman ruled,The devil ruled the woman.
© Robert Burns
Thou Gloomy December
ANCE mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December!Ance mair I hail thee wi' sorrow and care;Sad was the parting thou makes me remember—Parting wi' Nancy..
© Robert Burns
Reply To An Announcement By J. Rankine
I AM a keeper of the lawIn some sma' points, altho' not a';Some people tell me gin I fa',Ae way or ither,The breaking of ae point, tho' sma',Breaks..
© Robert Burns
The Bonie Lass Of Albany
MY 1 heart is wae, and unco wae,To think upon the raging sea,That roars between her gardens greenAn' the bonie Lass of Albany.This lovely maid's of..
© Robert Burns
Lines To Mr. John Kennedy
FAREWELL, dear friend! may guid luck hit you,And 'mang her favourites admit you:If e'er Detraction shore to smit you,May nane believe him,And ony..
© Robert Burns
Song—i Hae Been At Crookieden
I HAE been at Crookieden,My bonie laddie, Highland laddie,Viewing Willie and his men,My bonie laddie, Highland laddie.There our foes that burnt and..
© Robert Burns
Pegasus At Wanlockhead
WITH Pegasus upon a day,Apollo, weary flying,Through frosty hills the journey lay,On foot the way was plying.Poor slipshod giddy PegasusWas but a..
© Robert Burns
The Dean Of Faculty: A New Ballad
DIRE was the hate at old Harlaw,That Scot to Scot did carry;And dire the discord Langside sawFor beauteous, hapless Mary:But Scot to Scot ne'er met..
© Robert Burns
The Kirk Of Scotland's Alarm: A Ballad
ORTHODOX! orthodox, who believe in John Knox,Let me sound an alarm to your conscience:A heretic blast has been blown in the West,That what is no..
© Robert Burns
Epigram On Miss Davies
ASK why God made the gem so small?And why so huge the granite?—Because God meant mankind should setThat higher value on it.
© Robert Burns
The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird,Or wavering like the bauckie-bird,Bedim cauld Boreas' blast;When hailstanes drive wi' bitter skyte,And..
© Robert Burns
On Tam The Chapman
AS Tam the chapman on a day,Wi'Death forgather'd by the way,Weel pleas'd, he greets a wight so famous,And Death was nae less pleas'd wi' Thomas,Wha..
© Robert Burns
Tam Samson's Elegy
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil?Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel?Or Robertson 2 again grown weel,To preach an' read?"Na' waur than a'! cries..
© Robert Burns
To The Beautiful Miss Eliza J——n, On Her Principles Of Liberty And Eqality
HOW, Liberty! girl, can it be by thee nam'd?Equality too! hussey, art not asham'd?Free and Equal indeed, while mankind thou enchainest,And over their..
© Robert Burns
Masonic Song—ye Sons Of Old Killie
YE sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie,To follow the noble vocation;Your thrifty old mother has scarce such anotherTo sit in that honoured..
© Robert Burns
Remorse: A Fragment
OF all the numerous ills that hurt our peace,That press the soul, or wring the mind with anguishBeyond comparison the worst are thoseBy our own..
© Robert Burns
The Brigs Of Ayr
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough,Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough;The chanting linnet, or the mellow thrush,Hailing the setting..
© Robert Burns
Verses On Captain Grose
KEN ye aught o' Captain Grose?—Igo, and ago,If he's amang his friends or foes?—Iram, coram, dago.Is he to Abra'm's bosom gane?—Igo, and ago,Or haudin..
© Robert Burns
Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 4
WHA will buy my troggin, fine election ware,Broken trade o' Broughton, a' in high repair?Chorus.—Buy braw troggin frae the banks o' Dee;Wha wants..
© Robert Burns
Poem On Sensibility
SENSIBILITY, how charming,Dearest Nancy, thou canst tell;But distress, with horrors arming,Thou alas! hast known too well!Fairest flower, behold the..
© Robert Burns
Epigram—the True Loyal Natives
YE true "Loyal Natives" attend to my songIn uproar and riot rejoice the night long;From Envy and Hatred your corps is exempt,But where is your shield..
© Robert Burns
Address To Wm. Tytler, Esq., Of Woodhouselee
REVERED defender of beauteous Stuart,Of Stuart, a name once respected;A name, which to love was the mark of a true heart,But now 'tis despis'd and..
© Robert Burns