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—braving Angry Winer's Storms
WHERE, braving angry winter's storms,The lofty Ochils rise,Far in their shade my Peggy's charmsFirst blest my wondering eyes;As one who by some..
© Robert Burns
Song—kissing My Katie
O MERRY hae I been teethin' a heckle,An' merry hae I been shapin' a spoon;O merry hae I been cloutin' a kettle,An' kissin' my Katie when a' was..
© Robert Burns
Song—the Lass Of Cessnock Banks
ON Cessnock banks a lassie dwells;Could I describe her shape and mein;Our lasses a' she far excels,An' she has twa sparkling roguish een.She's..
© Robert Burns
Apology To Mr. Syme For Not Dining With Him
NO more of your guests, be they titled or not,And cookery the first in the nation;Who is proof to thy personal converse and wit,Is proof to all other..
© Robert Burns
Song—sic A Wife As Willie Had
WILLIE WASTLE dwalt on Tweed,The spot they ca'd it Linkumdoddie;Willie was a wabster gude,Could stown a clue wi' ony body:He had a wife was dour and..
© Robert Burns
On Glenriddell's Fox Breaking His Chain
THOU, Liberty, thou art my theme;Not such as idle poets dream,Who trick thee up a heathen goddessThat a fantastic cap and rod has;Such stale conceits..
© Robert Burns
The Epitaph On Captain Matthew Henderson
STOP, passenger! my story's brief,And truth I shall relate, man;I tell nae common tale o' grief,For Matthew was a great man.If thou uncommon merit..
© Robert Burns
Monody On A Lady, Famed For Her Caprice
HOW cold is that bosom which folly once fired,How pale is that cheek where the rouge lately glisten'd;How silent that tongue which the echoes oft..
© Robert Burns
Epistle To Davie, A Brother Poet
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw,An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw,An' hing us owre the ingle,I set me down to pass the time,An' spin a verse or..
© Robert Burns
Fragment Of Song—the Night Was Still
THE NIGHT was still, and o'er the hillThe moon shone on the castle wa';The mavis sang, while dew-drops hangAround her on the castle wa';Sae merrily..
© Robert Burns
Song—&Quot;Indeed Will I,&Quot; Quo' Findlay
"WHA is that at my bower-door?""O wha is it but Findlay!""Then gae your gate, ye'se nae be here:""Indeed maun I," quo' Findlay;"What mak' ye, sae..
© Robert Burns
The Solemn League And Covenant
THE SOLEMN League and CovenantNow brings a smile, now brings a tear;But sacred Freedom, too, was theirs:If thou'rt a slave, indulge thy sneer
© Robert Burns
The Banks Of The Devon
HOW pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon,With green spreading bushes and flow'rs blooming fair!But the boniest flow'r on the banks of the..
© Robert Burns
Address To The Unco Guid
O YE wha are sae guid yoursel',Sae pious and sae holy,Ye've nought to do but mark and tellYour neibours' fauts and folly!Whase life is like a..
© Robert Burns
Song—fragment—there Was A Bonie Lass
THERE was a bonie lass, and a bonie, bonie lass,And she lo'ed her bonie laddie dear;Till War's loud alarms tore her laddie frae her arms,Wi' mony a..
© Robert Burns
Song—mary Morison
O MARY, at thy window be,It is the wish'd, the trysted hour!Those smiles and glances let me see,That make the miser's treasure poor:How blythely was..
© Robert Burns
The Humble Petition Of Bruar Water
MY lord, I know your noble earWoe ne'er assails in vain;Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hearYour humble slave complain,How saucy Phoebus' scorching..
© Robert Burns
The Gardener Wi' His Paidle
WHEN rosy May comes in wi' flowers,To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers,Then busy, busy are his hours,The Gard'ner wi' his paidle.The crystal..
© Robert Burns
Go On, Sweet Bird, And Soothe My Care
FOR thee is laughing Nature gay,For thee she pours the vernal day;For me in vain is Nature drest,While Joy's a stranger to my breast.
© Robert Burns
She's Fair And Fause
SHE'S fair and fause that causes my smart,I lo'ed her meikle and lang;She's broken her vow, she's broken my heart,And I may e'en gae hang.A coof cam..
© Robert Burns
Epitaph On John Dove, Innkeeper
HERE lies Johnie Pigeon;What was his religion?Whae'er desires to ken,To some other warl'Maun follow the carl,For here Johnie Pigeon had nane!Strong..
© Robert Burns
The Winter It Is Past
THE WINTER it is past, and the summer comes at lastAnd the small birds, they sing on ev'ry tree;Now ev'ry thing is glad, while I am very sad,Since my..
© Robert Burns
The Charming Month Of May
IT was the charming month of May,When all the flow'rs were fresh and gay.One morning, by the break of day,The youthful, charming Chloe—From peaceful..
© Robert Burns
No Churchman Am I
NO churchman am I for to rail and to write,No statesman nor soldier to plot or to fight,No sly man of business contriving a snare,For a big-belly'd..
© Robert Burns
Lovely Young Jessie
TRUE hearted was he, the sad swain o' the Yarrow,And fair are the maids on the banks of the Ayr;But by the sweet side o' the Nith's winding river,Are..
© Robert Burns