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—lady Mary Ann

O LADY Mary Ann looks o'er the Castle wa',She saw three bonie boys playing at the ba',The youngest he was the flower amang them a',My bonie laddie's..

© Robert Burns

Epigram On Rough Roads

I'M now arrived—thanks to the gods!—Thro' pathways rough and muddy,A certain sign that makin roadsIs no this people's study:Altho' Im not wi'..

© Robert Burns

Song—fragment—johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver

WHEN first my brave Johnie lad came to this town,He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown;But now he has gotten a hat and a feather,Hey, brave..

© Robert Burns

The Wounded Hare

INHUMAN man! curse on thy barb'rous art,And blasted be thy murder-aiming eye;May never pity soothe thee with a sigh,Nor ever pleasure glad thy cruel..

© Robert Burns

You'Re Welcome, Willie Stewart

Chorus.—You're welcome, Willie Stewart,You're welcome, Willie Stewart,There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May,That's half sae welcome's thou..

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Song—the Captive Ribband

DEAR Myra, the captive ribband's mine,'Twas all my faithful love could gain;And would you ask me to resignThe sole reward that crowns my pain?Go, bid..

© Robert Burns

Song—wandering Willie (Revised Version)

HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie,Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame;Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie,Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the..

© Robert Burns

Impromptu Lines To Captain Riddell

YOUR News and Review, sir.I've read through and through, sir,With little admiring or blaming;The Papers are barrenOf home-news or foreign,No murders..

© Robert Burns

Song—the Young Highland Rover

LOUD blaw the frosty breezes,The snaws the mountains cover;Like winter on me seizes,Since my young Highland roverFar wanders nations over.Where'er he..

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Song—fairest Maid On Devon's Banks

Chorus—Fairest maid on Devon banks,Crystal Devon, winding Devon,Wilt thou lay that frown aside,And smile as thou wert wont to do?FULL well thou..

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Song—i Hae A Wife O' My Ain

I HAE a wife of my ain,I'll partake wi' naebody;I'll take Cuckold frae nane,I'll gie Cuckold to naebody.I hae a penny to spend,There—thanks to..

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Song—behold, My Love, How Green The Groves

BEHOLD, my love, how green the groves,The primrose banks how fair;The balmy gales awake the flowers,And wave thy flowing hair.The lav'rock shuns the..

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Song—the Bonie Wee Thing

Chorus.—Bonie wee thing, cannie wee thing,Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine,I wad wear thee in my bosom,Lest my jewel it should tine.WISHFULLY I look..

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Sketch In Verse, Inscribed To The Right Hon. C. J. Fox

HOW wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite,How Virtue and Vice blend their black and their white,How Genius, th' illustrious father of..

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Song—m'Pherson's Farewell

FAREWELL, ye dungeons dark and strong,The wretch's destinie!M'Pherson's time will not be longOn yonder gallows-tree.Chorus.—Sae rantingly, sae..

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Song—my Collier Laddie

WHARE live ye, my bonie lass?And tell me what they ca' ye;My name, she says, is mistress Jean,And I follow the Collier laddie.My name, she says..

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Verses Written With A Pencil At The Inn At Kenmore

ADMIRING Nature in her wildest grace,These northern scenes with weary feet I trace;O'er many a winding dale and painful steep,Th' abodes of covey'd..

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The Twa Herds; Or, The Holy Tulyie

O A' ye pious godly flocks,Weel fed on pastures orthodox,Wha now will keep you frae the fox,Or worrying tykes?Or wha will tent the waifs an'..

© Robert Burns

Ode For General Washington's Birthday

NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell,No lyre Æolian I awake;'Tis liberty's bold note I swell,Thy harp, Columbia, let me take!See gathering thousands..

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Song—the Bonie Moor-Hen

THE HEATHER was blooming, the meadows were mawn,Our lads gaed a-hunting ae day at the dawn,O'er moors and o'er mosses and mony a glen,At length they..

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Song—of A' The Airts The Wind Can Blaw

OF 1 a' the airts the wind can blaw,I dearly like the west,For there the bonie lassie lives,The lassie I lo'e best:There's wild-woods grow, and..

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Complimentary Epigram To Mrs. Riddell

"PRAISE Woman still," his lordship roars,"Deserv'd or not, no matter?"But thee, whom all my soul adores,Ev'n Flattery cannot flatter:Maria, all my..

© Robert Burns

Song—had I A Cave

HAD I a cave on some wild distant shore,Where the winds howl to the wave's dashing roar:There would I weep my woes,There seek my lost repose,Till..

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On A Scotch Bard, Gone To The West Indies

A' YE wha live by sowps o' drink,A' ye wha live by crambo-clink,A' ye wha live and never think,Come, mourn wi' me!Our billie 's gien us a' a jink,An'..

© Robert Burns

Grace Before And After Meat

O LORD, when hunger pinches sore,Do thou stand us in stead,And send us, from thy bounteous store,A tup or wether head! Amen.————O Lord, since we have..

© Robert Burns