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").

A Grace After Dinner

O THOU, in whom we live and move—Who made the sea and shore;Thy goodness constantly we prove,And grateful would adore;And, if it please Thee, Power..

© Robert Burns

Inscription To Chloris

'TIS Friendship's pledge, my young, fair Friend,Nor thou the gift refuse,Nor with unwilling ear attendThe moralising Muse.Since thou, in all thy..

© Robert Burns

Song—whistle And I'Ll Come To You

Chorus.—O WHISTLE, an' I'll come to ye, my lad,O whistle, an' I'll come to ye, my lad,Tho' father an' mother an' a' should gae mad,O whistle, an'..

© Robert Burns

Fragment Of Song—&Quot;My Jean!&Quot

THO' cruel fate should bid us part,Far as the pole and line,Her dear idea round my heart,Should tenderly entwine.Tho' mountains, rise, and deserts..

© Robert Burns

Stanzas On Naething

TO you, sir, this summons I've sent,Pray, whip till the pownie is freathing;But if you demand what I want,I honestly answer you—naething.Ne'er scorn..

© Robert Burns

Song—the Highland Balou

HEE balou, my sweet wee Donald,Picture o' the great Clanronald;Brawlie kens our wanton ChiefWha gat my young Highland thief.Leeze me on thy bonie..

© Robert Burns

Lines Written On A Bank-Note

WAE worth thy power, thou cursed leaf!Fell source o' a' my woe and grief!For lack o' thee I've lost my lass!For lack o' thee I scrimp my glass!I see..

© Robert Burns

My Bonie Bell

THE SMILING Spring comes in rejoicing,And surly Winter grimly flies;Now crystal clear are the falling waters,And bonie blue are the sunny skies.Fresh..

© Robert Burns

How Cruel Are The Parents

HOW cruel are the parentsWho riches only prize,And to the wealthy boobyPoor Woman sacrifice!Meanwhile, the hapless DaughterHas but a choice of..

© Robert Burns

Thine Am I, My Faithful Fair

THINE am I, my faithful Fair,Thine, my lovely Nancy;Ev'ry pulse along my veins,Ev'ry roving fancy.To thy bosom lay my heart,There to throb and..

© Robert Burns

Inconstancy In Love

LET not Woman e'er complainOf inconstancy in love;Let not Woman e'er complainFickle Man is apt to rove:Look abroad thro' Nature's range,Nature's..

© Robert Burns

Another On The Said Occasion

ONE Queen Artemisia, as old stories tell,When deprived of her husband she loved so well,In respect for the love and affection he show'd her,She..

© Robert Burns

To Ruin

ALL hail! inexorable lord!At whose destruction-breathing word,The mightiest empires fall!Thy cruel, woe-delighted train,The ministers of grief and..

© Robert Burns

A Prayer Under The Pressure Of Violent Anguish

O THOU Great Being! what Thou art,Surpasses me to know;Yet sure I am, that known to TheeAre all Thy works below.Thy creature here before Thee..

© Robert Burns

The Bookworms

THROUGH and through th' inspir'd leaves,Ye maggots, make your windings;But O respect his lordship's taste,And spare his golden bindings.

© Robert Burns

Epigram On Politics

IN Politics if thou would'st mix,And mean thy fortunes be;Bear this in mind, be deaf and blind,Let great folk hear and see.

© Robert Burns

Address To Beelzebub

LONG life, my Lord, an' health be yours,Unskaithed by hunger'd Highland boors;Lord grant me nae duddie, desperate beggar,Wi' dirk, claymore, and..

© Robert Burns

Bonie Jean: A Ballad

THERE was a lass, and she was fair,At kirk or market to be seen;When a' our fairest maids were met,The fairest maid was bonie Jean.And aye she..

© Robert Burns

Song—composed In August

NOW westlin winds and slaught'ring gunsBring Autumn's pleasant weather;The moorcock springs on whirring wingsAmang the blooming heather:Now waving..

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My Highland Lassie, O

NAE gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair,Shall ever be my muse's care:Their titles a' arc empty show;Gie me my Highland lassie, O.Chorus.—Within the glen..

© Robert Burns

Song—my Wife's A Winsome Wee Thing

Chorus.—She is a winsome wee thing,She is a handsome wee thing,She is a lo'esome wee thing,This dear wee wife o' mine.I NEVER saw a fairer,I never..

© Robert Burns

My Father Was A Farmer: A Ballad

MY father was a farmer upon the Carrick border, O,And carefully he bred me in decency and order, O;He bade me act a manly part, though I had ne'er a..

© Robert Burns

Mally's Meek, Mally's Sweet

Chorus—Mally's meek, Mally's sweet,Mally's modest and discreet;Mally's rare, Mally's fair,Mally's every way complete.AS I was walking up the street,A..

© Robert Burns

Verses On A Parting Kiss

HUMID seal of soft affections,Tenderest pledge of future bliss,Dearest tie of young connections,Love's first snowdrop, virgin kiss!Speaking silence..

© Robert Burns

Impromptu On Carron Iron Works

WE cam na here to view your warks,In hopes to be mair wise,But only, lest we gang to hell,It may be nae surprise:But when we tirl'd at your doorYour..

© Robert Burns