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").
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
Airlin's Fine Braes
O I've walked o'er yon countries baith early and lateAmong Airlin's braw lasses I've had mony a lang seat.Comin' hame in the mornins, fin I should..
© Robert Burns
The Lover’s Morning Salute To His Mistress
Sleep'st thou, or wak’st thou, fairest creature?Rosy morn now lifts his eye,Numbering ilka bud which NatureWaters wi’ the tears o’ joy.Now, to the..
© Robert Burns
M'Pherson's Rant
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..
© Robert Burns
The Holy Fair
Upon a simmer Sunday morn,When Nature's face is fair,I walked forth to view the cornAn' snuff the caller air.The risin' sun owre Galston muirsWi'..
© Robert Burns
To Miss Jessie Lewars
The sun lies clasped in amber cloudHalf hidden in the sea,And o'er the sands the flowing tideComes racing merrilee.The hawthorn hedge is white with..
© Robert Burns
My Love, She's But A Lassie Yet
My love, she's but a lassie yet,My love, she's but a lassie yet!We'll let her stand a year or twa,She'll no be half sae saucy yet!I rue the day I..
© Robert Burns
My Spouse Nancy
'Husband, husband, cease your strife,Nor longer idly rave, Sir;Tho' I am your wedded wifeYet I am not your slave, Sir.''One of two must still..
© Robert Burns
The Slave’s Lament
It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthrallFor the lands of Virginia-ginia O;Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more,And..
© Robert Burns
Ye Jacobites By Name
Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear!Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear,Ye Jacobites by name,Your fautes I will proclaim,Your doctrines I..
© Robert Burns
Here's A Bottle
There's nane that's blest of human kindBut the cheerful and the gay, man.Here's a bottle and an honest friend!What wad ye wish for mair, man?Wha..
© Robert Burns
The Tarbolton Lasses
If ye gae up to yon hill-tap,Ye'll there see bonie Peggy;She kens her father is a laird,And she forsooth's a leddy.There Sophy tight, a lassie..
© Robert Burns
Peggy
Now westlin winds and slaught'ring gunsBring autumn's pleasant weather;And the moorcock springs, on whirring wings,Amang the blooming heather;Now..
© Robert Burns
The Muckin' O' Geordie's Byre
At a relic aul' croft upon the hill,Roon the neuk frae Sprottie's mill,Tryin' a' his life tae jine the killLived Geordie MacIntyre.He had a wife as..
© Robert Burns
Montgomerie's Peggy
Tune - "Galla Water."Altho' my bed were in yon muir,Amang the heather, in my plaidie;Yet happy, happy would I be,Had I my dear Montgomerie's..
© Robert Burns
Go Fetch To Me A Pint
Go fetch to me a pint o wine,And fill it in a silver tassie;That I may drink, before I go,A service to my bonie lassie:The boat rocks at the Pier o'..
© Robert Burns
The Lass Of Cessnock Banks
On Cessnock banks a lassie dwells,Could I describe her shape and mien!Our lasses a' she far excels---An she has twa sparkling, rogueish een!She's..
© Robert Burns
Lass Of Cessnock Banks, The
A Song of SimilesTune - 'If he be a Butcher neat and trim.'On Cessnock banks a lassie dwells;Could I describe her shape and mein;Our lasses a' she..
© Robert Burns
Ny Nannie, 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 Nannie, O.The westlin wind blaws..
© Robert Burns
The Twa Dogs
A Tale'Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle,That bears the name o' auld King Coil,Upon a bonie day in June,When wearin' thro' the afternoon,Twa..
© Robert Burns
O Tibbie, I Hae Seen The Day
Tune - "Invercauld's Reel, or Strathspey."Choir. - O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,Ye wadna been sae shy;For laik o' gear ye lightly me,But, trowth, I..
© Robert Burns
Tarbolton Lasses, The
If ye gae up to yon hill-tap,Ye'll there see bonie Peggy;She kens her father is a laird,And she forsooth's a leddy.There Sophy tight, a lassie..
© Robert Burns
Tibbie Dunbar
O, wilt thou go wi' me,Sweet Tibbie Dunbar?O, wilt thou go wi' me,Sweet Tibbie Dunbar?Wilt thou ride on a horse,Or be drawn in a car,Or walk by my..
© Robert Burns
The Battle Of Sherramuir
"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
Epistle To A Young Friend
I lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend,A something to have sent you,Tho' it should serve nae ither endThan just a kind momento:But how the..
© Robert Burns