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").

Birks Of Aberfeldie, The

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

Epitaph On Holy Willie

Here Holy Willie's sair worn clayTaks up its last abode;His saul has ta'en some other way,I fear, the left-hand road.Stop! there he is, as sur's a..

© Robert Burns

Up In The Morning Early

Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,The drift is driving sairly;Sae loud shrill`s I hear the blast,I`m sure it`s winters..

© Robert Burns

Robert Bruce's March To Bannockburn

Scots, what hae wi' Wallace bled,Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,Welcome to your gory bed,Or to victorie!Now's the day, and now's the hour;See the..

© Robert Burns

Winter: A Dirge

The wintry west extends his blast,And hail and rain does blaw;Or the stormy north sends driving forthThe blinding sleet and snaw:While, tumbling..

© Robert Burns

My Bonnie Mary

GO fetch to me a pint o' wine, An' fill it in a silver tassie,That I may drink, before I go, A service to my bonnie lassie.The boat rocks at the..

© Robert Burns

Despondency -- An Ode

Oppress'd with grief, oppress'd with care,A burden more than I can bear,I set me down and sigh:O life! thou art a galling load,Along a rough, a weary..

© Robert Burns

Handsome Nell

O, once I lov'd a bonnie lass,Aye, and I love her still;And whilst that virtue warms my breastI'll love my handsome Nell.As bonnie lasses I hae..

© Robert Burns

Battle Of Sherramuir, The

"O cam ye here the fight to shun,Or herd the sheep wi' me, man?Or were ye at the Sherra-moor,Or did the battle see, man?""I saw the battle, sair and..

© Robert Burns

Ye Flowery Banks (Bonie 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 bonie..

© Robert Burns

My Highland Lassie, O

Nae gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair,Shall ever be my muse's care;Their titles a' are empty show;Gie me my Highland Lassie, O.Within the glen sae..

© Robert Burns

Ye Banks And Braes O'Bonnie Doon

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,How can ye bloom sae fair!How can ye chant, ye little birds,And I sae fu' o' care!Thou'll break my heart, thou..

© Robert Burns

Banks O' Doon, The

Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon,How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?How can ye chant, ye little birds,And I sae weary fu' o' care!Thou'll break my..

© Robert Burns

Anna, Thy Charms

Yestreen I had a pint o' wine,A place where body saw na;Yestreen lay on this breast o' mineThe gowden locks of Anna.The hungry Jew in..

© Robert Burns

The Rigs O' Barley

It was upon a Lammas night,When corn rigs are bonnie,Beneath the moon's unclouded light,I held away to Annie:The time flew by wi' tentless heedTill..

© Robert Burns

Lament For Culloden

THE lovely lass o' Inverness, Nae joy nor pleasure can she see;For e'en and morn she cries, 'Alas!' And aye the saut tear blin's her..

© Robert Burns

Cotter's Saturday Night, The

Inscribed to Robert Aiken, Esq.Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,Their homely joys and destiny obscure;Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful..

© Robert Burns

Scots Wha Hae

Scots, wha hae wi Wallace bled,Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,Welcome to your gory bedOr to victorie!Now's the day, and now's the hour:See the front..

© Robert Burns

The Farewell

IT was a' for our rightfu' King We left fair Scotland's strand;It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear-- We e'er saw..

© Robert Burns

Love In The Guise Of Friendship

Talk not of love, it gives me pain,For love has been my foe;He bound me in an iron chain,And plung'd me deep in woe.But friendship's pure and lasting..

© Robert Burns

For A' That And A' That

1 Is there, for honest poverty,2 That hings his head, an' a' that?3 The coward slave, we pass him by,4 We dare be poor for a' that!5 For a' that, an'..

© Robert Burns

John Anderson My Jo

John Anderson my jo, John,When we were first acquent,Your locks were like the raven,Your bonny brow was brent;But now your brow is bled, John,Your..

© Robert Burns

In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer

Tune - "Go from my window, Love, do."The sun he is sunk in the west,All creatures retired to rest,While here I sit, all sore beset,With sorrow..

© Robert Burns

John Barleycorn: A Ballad

There was three kings unto the east,Three kings both great and high,And they hae sworn a solemn oathJohn Barleycorn should die.They took a plough and..

© Robert Burns

Bonie Doon

Ye flowery banks o' bonie 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 bonie..

© Robert Burns