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").

Epitaph On The Same

HERE lies, now a prey to insulting neglect,What once was a butterfly, gay in life's beam:Want only of wisdom denied her respect,Want only of goodness..

© Robert Burns

Suppressed Stanzas Of &Quot;The Vision&Quot

WITH secret throes I marked that earth,That cottage, witness of my birth;And near I saw, bold issuing forthIn youthful pride,A Lindsay race of noble..

© Robert Burns

Epistle To Hugh Parker

IN this strange land, this uncouth clime,A land unknown to prose or rhyme;Where words ne'er cross't the Muse's heckles,Nor limpit in poetic..

© Robert Burns

Epigram—the Toad-Eater

OF Lordly acquaintance you boast,And the Dukes that you dined wi' yestreen,Yet an insect's an insect at most,Tho' it crawl on the curl of a Queen!

© Robert Burns

Epigram To Miss Ainslie In Church

FAIR maid, you need not take the hint,Nor idle texts pursue:'Twas guilty sinners that he meant,Not Angels such as you.

© Robert Burns

Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive

BEHOLD the hour, the boat, arrive!My dearest Nancy, O fareweel!Severed frae thee, can I survive,Frae thee whom I hae lov'd sae weel?Endless and deep..

© Robert Burns

News, Lassies, News

THERE'S news, lassies, news,Gude news I've to tell!There's a boatfu' o' ladsCome to our town to sell.Chorus.—The wean wants a cradle,And the cradle..

© Robert Burns

Song—braw Lads O' Gala Water

BRAW, braw lads on Yarrow-braes,They rove amang the blooming heather;But Yarrow braes, nor Ettrick shawsCan match the lads o' Galla Water.But there..

© Robert Burns

The Poet's Progress

THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign;Of thy caprice maternal I complain.The peopled fold thy kindly care have found,The hornèd bull, tremendous..

© Robert Burns

Song—bonie Peggy Alison

Chor.—And I'll kiss thee yet, yet,And I'll kiss thee o'er again:And I'll kiss thee yet, yet,My bonie Peggy Alison.ILK care and fear, when thou art..

© Robert Burns

Elegy On Stella

STRAIT is the spot and green the sodFrom whence my sorrows flow;And soundly sleeps the ever dearInhabitant below.Pardon my transport, gentle..

© Robert Burns

Inscription To Jessie Lewars

THINE be the volumes, Jessy fair,And with them take the Poet's prayer,That Fate may, in her fairest page,With ev'ry kindliest, best presageOf future..

© Robert Burns

Song—talk Of Him That's Far Awa

MUSING on the roaring ocean,Which divides my love and me;Wearying heav'n in warm devotion,For his weal where'er he be.Hope and Fear's alternate..

© Robert Burns

Fragment—her Flwoing Locks

HER flowing locks, the raven's wing,Adown her neck and bosom hing;How sweet unto that breast to cling,And round that neck entwine her!Her lips are..

© Robert Burns

Song—charlie, He's My Darling

'TWAS on a Monday morning,Right early in the year,That Charlie came to our town,The young Chevalier.Chorus.—An' Charlie, he's my darling,My darling..

© Robert Burns

Song—lady Mary Ann

O LADY Mary Ann looks o'er the Castle wa',She saw three bonie boys playing at the ba',The youngest he was the flower amang them a',My bonie laddie's..

© Robert Burns

Epigram On Rough Roads

I'M now arrived—thanks to the gods!—Thro' pathways rough and muddy,A certain sign that makin roadsIs no this people's study:Altho' Im not wi'..

© Robert Burns

Song—fragment—johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver

WHEN first my brave Johnie lad came to this town,He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown;But now he has gotten a hat and a feather,Hey, brave..

© Robert Burns

The Wounded Hare

INHUMAN man! curse on thy barb'rous art,And blasted be thy murder-aiming eye;May never pity soothe thee with a sigh,Nor ever pleasure glad thy cruel..

© Robert Burns

You'Re Welcome, Willie Stewart

Chorus.—You're welcome, Willie Stewart,You're welcome, Willie Stewart,There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May,That's half sae welcome's thou..

© Robert Burns

Song—the Captive Ribband

DEAR Myra, the captive ribband's mine,'Twas all my faithful love could gain;And would you ask me to resignThe sole reward that crowns my pain?Go, bid..

© Robert Burns

Song—wandering Willie (Revised Version)

HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie,Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame;Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie,Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the..

© Robert Burns

Impromptu Lines To Captain Riddell

YOUR News and Review, sir.I've read through and through, sir,With little admiring or blaming;The Papers are barrenOf home-news or foreign,No murders..

© Robert Burns

Song—the Young Highland Rover

LOUD blaw the frosty breezes,The snaws the mountains cover;Like winter on me seizes,Since my young Highland roverFar wanders nations over.Where'er he..

© Robert Burns

Song—fairest Maid On Devon's Banks

Chorus—Fairest maid on Devon banks,Crystal Devon, winding Devon,Wilt thou lay that frown aside,And smile as thou wert wont to do?FULL well thou..

© Robert Burns