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").
Epistle To Major Logan
HAIL, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie!Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hillyTo every fiddling, rhyming billie,We never heed,But take it like the..
© Robert Burns
Song—behold The Hour, Etc. (Second Version)
BEHOLD the hour, the boat arrive;Thou goest, the darling of my heart;Sever'd from thee, can I survive,But Fate has will'd and we must part.I'll often..
© Robert Burns
Lines Of John M'Murdo, Esq.
BLEST be M'Murdo to his latest day!No envious cloud o'ercast his evening ray;No wrinkle, furrow'd by the hand of care,Nor ever sorrow add one silver..
© Robert Burns
Epitaph On John Busby, Esq., Tinwald Downs
HERE lies John Bushby—honest man,Cheat him, Devil—if you can!
© Robert Burns
The Libeller's Self-Reproof
RASH 1 mortal, and slanderous poet, thy nameShall no longer appear in the records of Fame;Dost not know that old Mansfield, who writes like the..
© Robert Burns
Inscription On Mr. Syme's Crystal Goblet
THERE'S Death in the cup, so beware!Nay, more—there is danger in touching;But who can avoid the fell snare,The man and his wine's so bewitching!
© Robert Burns
Elegy On The Year 1788
FOR lords or kings I dinna mourn,E'en let them die-for that they're born:But oh! prodigious to reflec'!A Towmont, sirs, is gane to wreck!O..
© Robert Burns
Song—my Hoggie
WHAT will I do gin my Hoggie die?My joy, my pride, my Hoggie!My only beast, I had nae mae,And vow but I was vogie!The lee-lang night we watch'd the..
© Robert Burns
Epigram To Miss Jean Scott
O HAD each Scot of ancient timesBeen, Jeanie Scott, as thou art;The bravest heart on English groundHad yielded like a coward.
© Robert Burns
Inscription For The Headstone Of Fergusson The Poet
NO 1 sculptured marble here, nor pompous lay,"No storied urn nor animated bust;"This simple stone directs pale Scotia's way,To pour her sorrows o'er..
© Robert Burns
Election Ballad For Westerha'
THE LADDIES by the banks o' NithWad trust his Grace 1 wi a', Jamie;But he'll sair them, as he sair'd the King—Turn tail and rin awa'..
© Robert Burns
Song—yonder Pomp Of Costly Fashion
MARK yonder pomp of costly fashionRound the wealthy, titled bride:But when compar'd with real passion,Poor is all that princely pride.Mark yonder..
© Robert Burns
Sonnet To R. Graham, Esq., On Receiving A Favour
I CALL no Goddess to inspire my strains,A fabled Muse may suit a bard that feigns:Friend of my life! my ardent spirit burns,And all the tribute of my..
© Robert Burns
Epitaph For Mr. William Michie, Schoolmaster
HERE lie Willie Michie's banes;O Satan, when ye tak him,Gie him the schulin o' your weans,For clever deils he'll mak them!
© Robert Burns
Inscribed On A Work Of Hannah More's
THOU flatt'ring mark of friendship kind,Still may thy pages call to mindThe dear, the beauteous donor;Tho' sweetly female ev'ry part,Yet such a head..
© Robert Burns
Epitaph On William Hood, Senior
HERE Souter Hood in death does sleep;To hell if he's gane thither,Satan, gie him thy gear to keep;He'll haud it weel thegither.
© Robert Burns
Craigieburn Wood
SWEET closes the ev'ning on Craigieburn Wood,And blythely awaukens the morrow;But the pride o' the spring in the Craigieburn WoodCan yield to me..
© Robert Burns
Epistle To John Rankine
O ROUGH, rude, ready-witted Rankine,The wale o' cocks for fun an' drinkin!There's mony godly folks are thinkin,Your dreams and tricksWill send you..
© Robert Burns
Hey, The Dusty Miller
HEY, the dusty Miller,And his dusty coat,He will win a shilling,Or he spend a groat:Dusty was the coat,Dusty was the colour,Dusty was the kissThat I..
© Robert Burns
The Mauchline Lady: A Fragment
WHEN first I came to Stewart Kyle,My mind it was na steady;Where'er I gaed, where'er I rade,A mistress still I had aye.But when I came roun' by..
© Robert Burns
Song—crowdie Ever Mair
O THAT I had ne'er been married,I wad never had nae care,Now I've gotten wife an' weans,An' they cry "Crowdie" evermair.Chorus.—Ance crowdie, twice..
© Robert Burns
Epigram Addressed To An Artist
DEAR ———, I'll gie ye some advice,You'll tak it no uncivil:You shouldna paint at angels mair,But try and paint the devil.To paint an Angel's kittle..
© Robert Burns
Inscription At Friars' Carse Hermitage
TO Riddell, much lamented man,This ivied cot was dear;Wandr'er, dost value matchless worth?This ivied cot revere.
© Robert Burns
Song—o May, Thy Morn
O MAY, thy morn was ne'er so sweetAs the mirk night o' December!For sparkling was the rosy wine,And private was the chamber:And dear was she I dare..
© Robert Burns
Song—in The Character Of A Ruined Farmer
THE SUN he is sunk in the west,All creatures retirиd to rest,While here I sit, all sore beset,With sorrow, grief, and woe:And it's O, fickle Fortune..
© Robert Burns