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—mary Morison
O MARY, at thy window be,It is the wish'd, the trysted hour!Those smiles and glances let me see,That make the miser's treasure poor:How blythely was..
© Robert Burns
The Humble Petition Of Bruar Water
MY lord, I know your noble earWoe ne'er assails in vain;Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hearYour humble slave complain,How saucy Phoebus' scorching..
© Robert Burns
The Gardener Wi' His Paidle
WHEN rosy May comes in wi' flowers,To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers,Then busy, busy are his hours,The Gard'ner wi' his paidle.The crystal..
© Robert Burns
Go On, Sweet Bird, And Soothe My Care
FOR thee is laughing Nature gay,For thee she pours the vernal day;For me in vain is Nature drest,While Joy's a stranger to my breast.
© Robert Burns
She's Fair And Fause
SHE'S fair and fause that causes my smart,I lo'ed her meikle and lang;She's broken her vow, she's broken my heart,And I may e'en gae hang.A coof cam..
© Robert Burns
Epitaph On John Dove, Innkeeper
HERE lies Johnie Pigeon;What was his religion?Whae'er desires to ken,To some other warl'Maun follow the carl,For here Johnie Pigeon had nane!Strong..
© Robert Burns
The Winter It Is Past
THE WINTER it is past, and the summer comes at lastAnd the small birds, they sing on ev'ry tree;Now ev'ry thing is glad, while I am very sad,Since my..
© Robert Burns
The Charming Month Of May
IT was the charming month of May,When all the flow'rs were fresh and gay.One morning, by the break of day,The youthful, charming Chloe—From peaceful..
© Robert Burns
No Churchman Am I
NO churchman am I for to rail and to write,No statesman nor soldier to plot or to fight,No sly man of business contriving a snare,For a big-belly'd..
© Robert Burns
Lovely Young Jessie
TRUE hearted was he, the sad swain o' the Yarrow,And fair are the maids on the banks of the Ayr;But by the sweet side o' the Nith's winding river,Are..
© Robert Burns
Remorseful Apology
THE FRIEND whom, wild from Wisdom's way,The fumes of wine infuriate send,(Not moony madness more astray)Who but deplores that hapless friend?Mine was..
© Robert Burns
A Grace After Meat
LORD, we thank, and thee adore,For temporal gifts we little merit;At present we will ask no more—Let William Hislop give the spirit.
© Robert Burns
A Tippling Ballad—when Princes And Prelates, Etc.
WHEN Princes and Prelates,And hot-headed zealots,A' Europe had set in a low, a low,The poor man lies down,Nor envies a crown,And comforts himself as..
© Robert Burns
On The Seas And Far Away
HOW can my poor heart be glad,When absent from my sailor lad;How can I the thought forego—He's on the seas to meet the foe?Let me wander, let me..
© Robert Burns
Impromptu On Mrs. Riddell's Birthday
OLD Winter, with his frosty beard,Thus once to Jove his prayer preferred:"What have I done of all the year,To bear this hated doom severe?My..
© Robert Burns
Song—o Were My Love You Lilac Fair
O WERE my love yon Lilac fair,Wi' purple blossoms to the Spring,And I, a bird to shelter there,When wearied on my little wing!How I wad mourn when it..
© Robert Burns
Song—i'M O'Er Young To Marry Yet
Chorus.—I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young,I'm o'er young to marry yet;I'm o'er young, 'twad be a sinTo tak me frae my mammy yet.I AM my mammny's ae..
© Robert Burns
The Inventory
SIR, as your mandate did request,I send you here a faithfu' list,O' gudes an' gear, an' a' my graith,To which I'm clear to gi'e my aith.Imprimis..
© Robert Burns
Epitaph On My Ever Honoured Father
O YE whose cheek the tear of pity stains,Draw near with pious rev'rence, and attend!Here lie the loving husband's dear remains,The tender father, and..
© Robert Burns
Epigram On A Country Laird (Cardoness)
BLESS Jesus Christ, O Cardonessp,With grateful, lifted eyes,Who taught that not the soul alone,But body too shall rise;For had He said "the soul..
© Robert Burns
Song—on A Bank Of Flowers
ON a bank of flowers, in a summer day,For summer lightly drest,The youthful, blooming Nelly lay,With love and sleep opprest;When Willie, wand'ring..
© Robert Burns
Jamie, Come Try Me
Chorus.—Jamie, come try me,Jamie, come try me,If thou would win my love,Jamie, come try me.IF thou should ask my love,Could I deny thee?If thou would..
© Robert Burns
Epitaph On A Lap-Dog
IN wood and wild, ye warbling throng,Your heavy loss deplore;Now, half extinct your powers of song,Sweet Echo is no more.Ye jarring, screeching..
© Robert Burns
The Lament
O THOU pale orb that silent shinesWhile care-untroubled mortals sleep!Thou seest a wretch who inly pines.And wanders here to wail and weep!With woe I..
© Robert Burns
Epistle To The Rev. John M'Math
WHILE at the stook the shearers cow'rTo shun the bitter blaudin' show'r,Or in gulravage rinnin scowrTo pass the time,To you I dedicate the hourIn..
© Robert Burns