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").

Lass That Made The Bed To Me, The

When Januar' wind was blawing cauld,As to the north I took my way,The mirksome night did me enfauld,I knew na whare to lodge till day:By my gude luck..

© Robert Burns

Mary Morison

O Mary, at thy window be!It is the wish'd the trysted hour.Those smiles and glances let me see,That makes the miser's treasure poor.How blythely wad..

© Robert Burns

Now Spring Has Clad The Grove In Green

Now spring has clad the grove in green,And strew'd the lea wi' flowers;The furrow'd, waving corn is seenRejoice in fostering showers:While ilka thing..

© Robert Burns

Here's A Health To Them That's Awa

Here's a health to them that's awa,Here's a health to them that's awaAnd wha winna wish guid luck to our cause,May never guid luck be their fa'!It's..

© Robert Burns

Ca' The Yowes To The Knowes

1 Ca' the yowes to the knowes,2 Ca' them where the heather grows3 Ca' them where the burnie rows,4 My bonie dearie.5 Hark! the mavis' evening sang6..

© Robert Burns

To A Mountain Daisy

Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flow'r,Thou's met me in an evil hour;For I maun crush amang the stoureThy slender stem:To spare thee now is past my..

© Robert Burns

O, Were My Love

O, were my love yon lilac fairWi' 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

Bonie Wee Thing, The

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..

© Robert Burns

Jean

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

© Robert Burns

Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie, The

The Author's Only Pet YoweAn Unco Mournfu' TaleAs Mailie, an' her lambs thegither,Was ae day nibbling on the tether,Upon her cloot she coost a..

© Robert Burns

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..

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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