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").
Fragment—wee Willie Gray
WEE Willie Gray, and his leather wallet,Peel a willow wand to be him boots and jacket;The rose upon the breir will be him trews an' doublet,The rose..
© Robert Burns
Song—bonie Dundee: A Fragment
MY blessin's upon thy sweet wee lippie!My blessin's upon thy e'e-brie!Thy smiles are sae like my blythe sodger laddie,Thou's aye the dearer, and..
© Robert Burns
On The Death Of Robert Dundas, Esq., Of Arniston
LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocksShun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks;Down from the rivulets, red with dashing rains,The..
© Robert Burns
On The Birth Of A Posthumous Child
SWEET flow'ret, pledge o' meikle love,And ward o' mony a prayer,What heart o' stane wad thou na move,Sae helpless, sweet, and fair?November hirples..
© Robert Burns
Song—kenmure's On And Awa, Willie
O KENMURE'S on and awa, Willie,O Kenmure's on and awa:An' Kenmure's lord's the bravest lordThat ever Galloway saw.Success to Kenmure's band..
© Robert Burns
Song—lady Onlie, Honest Luckie
A' THE lads o' Thorniebank,When they gae to the shore o' Bucky,They'll step in an' tak a pintWi' Lady Onlie, honest Lucky.Chorus.—Lady Onlie, honest..
© Robert Burns
Extempore Reply To An Invitation
THE KING'S most humble servant, ICan scarcely spare a minute;But I'll be wi' you by an' by;
© Robert Burns
obert Burns Song—i'Ll Meet Thee On The Lea Rig
WHEN o'er the hill the eastern starTells bughtin time is near, my jo,And owsen frae the furrow'd fieldReturn sae dowf and weary O;Down by the burn..
© Robert Burns
On Seeing Mrs. Kemble In Yarico
KEMBLE, thou cur'st my unbeliefFor Moses and his rod;At Yarico's sweet nor of griefThe rock with tears had flow'd.
© Robert Burns
Song—tam Glen
MY heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,Some counsel unto me come len',To anger them a' is a pity,But what will I do wi' Tam Glen?I'm thinking, wi' sic a..
© Robert Burns
Song—carle, An' The King Come
Chorus.—Carle, an the King come,Carle, an the King come,Thou shalt dance and I will sing,Carle, an the King come.AN SOMEBODY were come again,Then..
© Robert Burns
Song—my Nanie, O!
BEHIND yon hills where Lugar flows,'Mang moors an' mosses many, O,The wintry sun the day has clos'd,And I'll awa to Nanie, O.The westlin wind blaws..
© Robert Burns
Song—the Braes O' Killiecrankie
WHERE hae ye been sae braw, lad?Whare hae ye been sae brankie, O?Whare hae ye been sae braw, lad?Cam ye by Killiecrankie, O?Chorus.—An ye had been..
© Robert Burns
Elegy On The Death Of Sir James Hunter Blair
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare,Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave;Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the dark'ning air,And hollow..
© Robert Burns
Epitaph On A Noted Coxcomb
LIGHT lay the earth on Billy's breast,His chicken heart so tender;But build a castle on his head,His scull will prop it under.
© Robert Burns
The Rantin Dog, The Daddie O'T
O WHA my babie-clouts will buy?O wha will tent me when I cry?Wha will kiss me where I lie?The rantin' dog, the daddie o't.O wha will own he did the..
© Robert Burns
Song—raging Fortune: A Fragment
O RAGING Fortune's withering blastHas laid my leaf full low, O!O raging Fortune's withering blastHas laid my leaf full low, O!My stem was fair, my..
© Robert Burns
Epigram On Miss Fontenelle
SWEET naïveté of feature,Simple, wild, enchanting elf,Not to thee, but thanks to Nature,Thou art acting but thyself.Wert thou awkward, stiff..
© Robert Burns
Lines On The Fall Of Fyers
AMONG the heathy hills and ragged woodsThe roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods;Till full he dashes on the rocky mounds,Where, thro' a shapeless..
© Robert Burns
Song—poortith Cauld And Restless Love
O POORTITH cauld, and restless love,Ye wrack my peace between ye;Yet poortith a' I could forgive,An 'twere na for my Jeanie.Chorus.—O why should Fate..
© Robert Burns
Lines To John M'Murdo Of Drumlanrig
O COULD I give thee India's wealth,As I this trifle send;Because thy joy in both would beTo share them with a friend.But golden sands did never..
© Robert Burns
Epistle On J. Lapraik
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green,An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en,An' morning poussie whiddin seen,Inspire my muse,This freedom, in an..
© Robert Burns
Epitaph On A Noisy Polemic
BELOW thir stanes lie Jamie's banes;O Death, it's my opinion,Thou ne'er took such a bleth'rin bitchInto thy dark dominion!
© Robert Burns
Burlesque Lament Fo Wm. Creech's Absence
AULD chuckie Reekie's 1 sair distrest,Down droops her ance weel burnish'd crest,Nae joy her bonie buskit nestCan yield ava,Her darling bird that she..
© Robert Burns
Song—the Dumfries Volunteers
DOES haughty Gaul invasion threat?Then let the louns beware, Sir;There's wooden walls upon our seas,And volunteers on shore, Sir:The Nith shall run..
© Robert Burns