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").
Lines To An Old Sweetheart
ONCE fondly lov'd, and still remember'd dear,Sweet early object of my youthful vows,Accept this mark of friendship, warm, sincere,Friendship! 'tis..
© Robert Burns
Epitaph On William Muir
AN HONEST man here lies at restAs e'er God with his image blest;The friend of man, the friend of truth,The friend of age, and guide of youth:Few..
© Robert Burns
523. Song—The Cooper o' Cuddy
Chorus—We'll hide the Cooper behint the door,Behint the door, behint the door,We'll hide the Cooper behint the door,And cover him under a mawn, O.THE..
© Robert Burns
A Rose-Bud By My Early Walk
A ROSE-BUD by my early walk,Adown a corn-enclosed bawk,Sae gently bent its thorny stalk,All on a dewy morning.Ere twice the shades o' dawn are..
© Robert Burns
The Ronalds Of The Bennals
In Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men,And proper young lasses and a', man;But ken ye the Ronalds that live in the Bennals,They carry the..
© Robert Burns
Whistle Ow'R The Lave O'T
My mither sent me tae the mossFor to gaither peats and dross.I cowpit the cairt and hanged the horseAn whistle ow'r the lave o't.My mither sent me..
© Robert Burns
The Bold Princess Royal
O on the fourteenth day of February we sailed from the landIn the bold Princess Royal bound for Newfoundland.We had forty bright sailors for our..
© Robert Burns
Sweet Tibbie Dunbar
O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?Wilt thou ride on a horse, or be drawn in a car,Or walk by my..
© Robert Burns
The Hairst O' Rettie
I hae seen the hairst o' Rettie, lads,And twa-three aff the throne.I've heard o sax and seven weeksThe hairsters girn and groan.But wi' a covie..
© Robert Burns
Wha Is That At My Bower-Door
'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
My Eppie Macnab
O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?She's down in the yard, she's kissin the laird,She winna come hame to her ain..
© Robert Burns
The First Six Verses Of The Ninetieth Psalm Versified
O Thou, the first, the greatest friendOf all the human race!Whose strong right hand has ever beenTheir stay and dwelling place!Before the mountains..
© Robert Burns
The Auld Farmer's New-Year-Morning Salutation To His Auld Mare , Maggie
A Guide New-year I wish thee, Maggie!Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie:Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' knaggie,I've seen the dayThere could hae..
© Robert Burns
To Mary In Heaven
Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray,That lov'st to greet the early morn,Again thou usherast in the dayMy Mary from my soul was torn.O Mary, dear..
© Robert Burns
It Was A' For Our Rightfu' King
It was a' for our rightfu' kingThat we left fair Scotland's strand;It was a' for our rightfu' kingWe e'er saw Irish land, my dear,We e'er saw Irish..
© Robert Burns
Bonie Lesley
O saw ye bonie LesleyAs she gaed o'er the Border?She 's gane, like Alexander,To spread her conquests farther.To see her is to love her,And love but..
© Robert Burns
The Birks Of Aberfeldy
Now simmer blinks on flow'ry braes,And o'er the crystal streamlet plays,Come, let us spend the lightsome daysIn the birks of Aberfeldie!Bonnie..
© Robert Burns
Ronalds Of The Bennals, The
In Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men,And proper young lasses and a', man;But ken ye the Ronalds that live in the Bennals,They carry the..
© Robert Burns
The Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie
The Author's Only Pet YoweAn Unco Mournfu' TaleAs Mailie, an' her lambs thegither,Was ae day nibbling on the tether,Upon her cloot she coost a..
© Robert Burns
The Ploughman's Life
As I was a-wand'ring ae morning in spring,I heard a young ploughman sae sweetly to sing;And as he was singin', thir words he did say, -There's nae..
© Robert Burns
Sketch—new Year's Day, 1790
THIS day, Time winds th' exhausted chain;To run the twelvemonth's length again:I see, the old bald-pated fellow,With ardent eyes, complexion..
© Robert Burns
148. To Miss Logan, With Beattie's Poems
AGAIN the silent wheels of timeTheir annual round have driven,And you, tho' scarce in maiden prime,Are so much nearer Heaven.No gifts have I from..
© Robert Burns
The Banks O' Doon
YE flowery banks o' bonnie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair!How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu' o' care!Thou'll break my heart, thou..
© Robert Burns
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
Poor Mailie's Elegy
Lament in rhyme, lament in prose,Wi' saut tears tricklin down your nose;Our bardie's fate is at a close,Past a' remead!The last, sad cape-stane o'..
© Robert Burns