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—down The Burn, Davie Love
AS down the burn they took their way,And thro' the flowery dale;His cheek to hers he aft did lay,And love was aye the tale:With "Mary, when shall we..
© Robert Burns
Song—such A Parcel Of Rogues In A Nation
FAREWEEL to a' our Scottish fame,Fareweel our ancient glory;Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name,Sae fam'd in martial story.Now Sark rins over Solway..
© Robert Burns
Song—out Over The Forth
OUT over the Forth, I look to the North;But what is the north and its Highlands to me?The south nor the east gie ease to my breast,The far foreign..
© Robert Burns
Song—blythe Hae I Been On Yon Hill
BLYTHE hae I been on yon hill,As the lambs before me;Careless ilka thought and free,As the breeze flew o'er me;Now nae langer sport and play,Mirth or..
© Robert Burns
Song—kellyburn Braes
THERE lived a carl in Kellyburn Braes,Hey, and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme;And he had a wife was the plague of his days,And the thyme it is..
© Robert Burns
Song—phillis The Fair
WHILE larks, with little wing,Fann'd the pure air,Tasting the breathing Spring,Forth I did fare:Gay the sun's golden eyePeep'd o'er the mountains..
© Robert Burns
Epistle To John Maxwell, Esq., Of Terraughty
HEALTH to the Maxwell's veteran Chief!Health, aye unsour'd by care or grief:Inspir'd, I turn'd Fate's sibyl leaf,This natal morn,I see thy life is..
© Robert Burns
Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 2
FY, let us a' to Kirkcudbright,For there will be bickerin' there;For Murray's light horse are to muster,And O how the heroes will swear!And there..
© Robert Burns
Fickle Fortune: A Fragment
THOUGH fickle Fortune has deceived me,She pormis'd fair and perform'd but ill;Of mistress, friends, and wealth bereav'd me,Yet I bear a heart shall..
© Robert Burns
Inscription For An Alter Of Independence
THOU of an independent mind,With soul resolv'd, with soul resign'd;Prepar'd Power's proudest frown to brave,Who wilt not be, nor have a slave;Virtue..
© Robert Burns
Sylvander To Clarinda
WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair,First struck Sylvander's raptur'd view,He gaz'd, he listened to despair,Alas! 'twas all he dared to do.Love..
© Robert Burns
Epigram On Dr. Babington's Looks
THAT there is a falsehood in his looks,I must and will deny:They tell their Master is a knave,And sure they do not lie.
© Robert Burns
The Calf
RIGHT, sir! your text I'll prove it true,Tho' heretics may laugh;For instance, there's yourself just now,God knows, an unco calf.And should some..
© Robert Burns
Epitaph On A Henpecked Squire
AS father Adam first was fool'd,(A case that's still too common,)Here lies man a woman ruled,The devil ruled the woman.
© Robert Burns
Thou Gloomy December
ANCE mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December!Ance mair I hail thee wi' sorrow and care;Sad was the parting thou makes me remember—Parting wi' Nancy..
© Robert Burns
Reply To An Announcement By J. Rankine
I AM a keeper of the lawIn some sma' points, altho' not a';Some people tell me gin I fa',Ae way or ither,The breaking of ae point, tho' sma',Breaks..
© Robert Burns
The Bonie Lass Of Albany
MY 1 heart is wae, and unco wae,To think upon the raging sea,That roars between her gardens greenAn' the bonie Lass of Albany.This lovely maid's of..
© Robert Burns
Lines To Mr. John Kennedy
FAREWELL, dear friend! may guid luck hit you,And 'mang her favourites admit you:If e'er Detraction shore to smit you,May nane believe him,And ony..
© Robert Burns
Song—i Hae Been At Crookieden
I HAE been at Crookieden,My bonie laddie, Highland laddie,Viewing Willie and his men,My bonie laddie, Highland laddie.There our foes that burnt and..
© Robert Burns
Pegasus At Wanlockhead
WITH Pegasus upon a day,Apollo, weary flying,Through frosty hills the journey lay,On foot the way was plying.Poor slipshod giddy PegasusWas but a..
© Robert Burns
The Dean Of Faculty: A New Ballad
DIRE was the hate at old Harlaw,That Scot to Scot did carry;And dire the discord Langside sawFor beauteous, hapless Mary:But Scot to Scot ne'er met..
© Robert Burns
The Kirk Of Scotland's Alarm: A Ballad
ORTHODOX! orthodox, who believe in John Knox,Let me sound an alarm to your conscience:A heretic blast has been blown in the West,That what is no..
© Robert Burns
Epigram On Miss Davies
ASK why God made the gem so small?And why so huge the granite?—Because God meant mankind should setThat higher value on it.
© Robert Burns
The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird,Or wavering like the bauckie-bird,Bedim cauld Boreas' blast;When hailstanes drive wi' bitter skyte,And..
© Robert Burns
On Tam The Chapman
AS Tam the chapman on a day,Wi'Death forgather'd by the way,Weel pleas'd, he greets a wight so famous,And Death was nae less pleas'd wi' Thomas,Wha..
© Robert Burns