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").

Address Tothe Devil

O thou! whatever title suit thee,-Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie!Wha in yon cavern, grim an' sootie,Clos'd under hatches,Spairges about the..

© Robert Burns

Paraphrase Of The First Psalm

The man, in life wherever plac'd,Hath happiness in store,Who walks not in the wicked's way,Nor learns their guilty lore!Nor from the seat of scornful..

© Robert Burns

Rigs O' Barley, The

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

Verses To Clarinda

Fair Empress of the poet's soul,And Queen of poetesses;Clarinda, take this little boon,This humble pair of glasses:And fill them up with generous..

© Robert Burns

A Vision

AS I stood by yon roofless tower,Where the wa'flower scents the dewy air,Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower,And tells the midnight moon her..

© Robert Burns

The Bonie Wee Thing

Wishfully I look and languishIn that bonie face o' thine,And my heart it sounds wi' anguish,Lest my wee thing be na mine.[Chorus] Bonie wee thing..

© Robert Burns

From Lines To William Simson

1 Auld Coila now may fidge fu' fain,2 She's gotten poets o' her ain--3 Chiels wha their chanters winna hain,4 But tune their lays,5 Till echoes a'..

© Robert Burns

Tear-Drop, The

Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e;Lang lang Joy's been a stranger to me:Forsaken and friendless, my burden I bear,And the sweet voice o' Pity..

© Robert Burns

My Last Farewell To Stirling

Nae lark in transport mounts the skyOr leaves wi' early plaintive cry,But I will bid a last good-bye,My last farewell to Stirling O.Chorus:Tho' far..

© Robert Burns

Oh Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast

Oh wert thou in the cauld blast,On yonder lea, on yonder lea,My plaidie to the angry airt,I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee;Or did misfortune's..

© Robert Burns

O Thou Dread Power

O Thou dread Power, who reign'st above,I know thou wilt me hear,When for this scene of peace and loveI make this prayer sincere.The hoary Sire - the..

© Robert Burns

Epistle To J. Lapraik (Excerpt)

I am nae poet, in a sense,But just a rhymer like by chance,An' hae to learning nae pretence;Yet what the matter?Whene'er my Muse does on me glance,I..

© Robert Burns

Of A' The Airts

Of a' the airts the wind can blawI dearly like the west,For there the bonie lassie lives,The lassie I lo'e best.There wild woods grow and rivers..

© Robert Burns

Last May A Braw Wooer

Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,And sair wi' his love he did deave me;I said there was naething I hated like men:The deuce gae wi 'm to..

© Robert Burns

The Lass That Made The Bed To Me

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

My 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 Wounded Hare

Inhuman man! curse on thy barb'rous art,And blasted by thy murder-aiming eye;May never pity soothe thee with a sigh,Nor never pleasure glad thy cruel..

© Robert Burns

Tragic Fragment

All devil as I am-a damned wretch,A hardened, stubborn, unrepenting villain,Still my heart melts at human wretchedness;And with sincere but..

© Robert Burns

For A' That

Is there for honest povertyThat hangs his head, an' a' that?The coward slave, we pass him byWe dare be poor for a' that.For a' that, an' a' that,Our..

© Robert Burns

The Cotter's Saturday Night

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

© Robert Burns

On A Bank Of Flowers

On a bank of flowers in a summer dayFor summer lightly drest,The youthful, blooming Nelly lay,With love and sleep opprest;When Willie, wand'ring thro..

© Robert Burns

Tam Glen

1 My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,2 Some counsel unto me come len';3 To anger them a' is a pity,4 But what will I do wi' Tam Glen?5 I'm thinking..

© Robert Burns

Bonie Peggy Alison

Tune - "The Braes o' Balquhidder."Chor. - And I'll kiss thee yet, yet,And I'll kiss thee o'er again:And I'll kiss thee yet, yet,My bonie Peggy..

© Robert Burns

The Gloomy Night Is Gath'Ring Fast

The gloomy night is gath'ring fast,Loud roars the wild inconstant blast;Yon murky cloud is filled with rain,I see it driving o'er the plain;The..

© Robert Burns

Holy Fair, The

1 Upon a simmer Sunday morn,2 When Nature's face is fair,3 I walked forth to view the corn4 An' snuff the caller air.5 The risin' sun owre Galston..

© Robert Burns