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").

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..

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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..

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Lament For Culloden

THE lovely lass o' Inverness, Nae joy nor pleasure can she see;For e'en and morn she cries, 'Alas!' And aye the saut tear blin's her..

© Robert Burns

Cotter's Saturday Night, The

Inscribed to Robert Aiken, Esq.Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,Their homely joys and destiny obscure;Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful..

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Scots Wha Hae

Scots, wha hae wi Wallace bled,Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,Welcome to your gory bedOr to victorie!Now's the day, and now's the hour:See the front..

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The Farewell

IT was a' for our rightfu' King We left fair Scotland's strand;It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear-- We e'er saw..

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Love In The Guise Of Friendship

Talk not of love, it gives me pain,For love has been my foe;He bound me in an iron chain,And plung'd me deep in woe.But friendship's pure and lasting..

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For A' That And A' That

1 Is there, for honest poverty,2 That hings his head, an' a' that?3 The coward slave, we pass him by,4 We dare be poor for a' that!5 For a' that, an'..

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John Anderson My Jo

John Anderson my jo, John,When we were first acquent,Your locks were like the raven,Your bonny brow was brent;But now your brow is bled, John,Your..

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In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer

Tune - "Go from my window, Love, do."The sun he is sunk in the west,All creatures retired to rest,While here I sit, all sore beset,With sorrow..

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John Barleycorn: A Ballad

There was three kings unto the east,Three kings both great and high,And they hae sworn a solemn oathJohn Barleycorn should die.They took a plough and..

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Bonie Doon

Ye flowery banks o' bonie 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..

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Ye Flowery Banks

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..

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Scots, Wha Hae Wi' Wallace Bled

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,Welcome to your gory bed,Or to victory!Now's the day, and now's the hour;See the..

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I Dream'D I Lay

I dream'd I lay where flowers were springingGaily in the sunny beam;List'ning to the wild birds singing,By a falling crystal stream:Straight the sky..

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Fareweel To A'Our Scottish Fame

Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame,Fareweel our ancient glory;Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name,Sae famed in martial story!Now Sark rins over Solway..

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Holy Willie's Prayer

'And send the godly in a pet to pray.' - PopeO Thou, that in the heavens does dwell,Wha, as it pleases best Thysel',Sends ane to heaven an' ten to..

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Green Grow The Rashes

Green grow the rashes, O!Green grow the rashes, O!The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,Are spent amang the lasses, O!There's nought but care on every..

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A Fiddler In The North

Amang the trees, where humming bees,At buds and flowers were hinging, O,Auld Caledon drew out her drone,And to her pipe was singing, O:'Twas Pibroch..

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Willie Wastle

Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed,The spot they ca'd it Linkumdoddie.Willie was a wabster guidCould stown a clue wi onie body.He had a wife was dour and..

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A Poets's Welcome To His Love-Begotten Daughter

Thou's welcome, wean; mishanter fa' me,If thoughts o' thee, or yet thy mammie,Shall ever daunton me or awe me,My sweet wee lady,Or if I blush when..

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To A Louse

On Seeing One on a Lady's Bonnet at ChurchHa! whare ye gaun' ye crowlin ferlie?Your impudence protects you sairly;I canna say but ye strunt..

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Carigieburn Wood

Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn,And blythe awakens the morrow,But a' the pride o' spring's returnCan yield me nocht but sorrow.I see the flowers..

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Song—Composed in Spring

Again rejoicing nature seesHer robe assume its vernal hues,Her leafy looks wave in the breeze,All freshly steep'd in morning dews.And maun I still on..

© Robert Burns