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").
Here's His Health In Water
ALTHO' my back be at the wa',And tho' he be the fautor;Altho' my back be at the wa',Yet, here's his health in water.O wae gae by his wanton sides,Sae..
© Robert Burns
Song—my Nanie's Awa
NOW in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays,And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er her braes;While birds warble welcomes in ilka green shaw,But to..
© Robert Burns
Saw You My Dear, My Philly
O SAW ye my Dear, my Philly?O saw ye my Dear, my Philly,She's down i' the grove, she's wi' a new Love,She winna come hame to her Willy.What says she..
© Robert Burns
Epistle To Mrs. Scott Of Wauchope House
GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date,When I was bardless, young, and blate,An' first could thresh the barn,Or haud a yokin' at the pleugh;An, tho'..
© Robert Burns
O Aye My Wife She Dang Me
Chorus—O aye my wife she dang me,An' aft my wife she bang'd me,If ye gie a woman a' her will,Gude faith! she'll soon o'er-gang ye.ON peace an' rest..
© Robert Burns
Where Are The Joys I Have Met
WHERE are the joys I have met in the morning,That danc'd to the lark's early song?Where is the peace that awaited my wand'ring,At evening the..
© Robert Burns
O Leave Novels!
O LEAVE novels, 1 ye Mauchline belles,Ye're safer at your spinning-wheel;Such witching books are baited hooksFor rakish rooks, like Rob Mossgiel;Your..
© Robert Burns
The Five Carlins: An Election Ballad
THERE was five Carlins in the South,They fell upon a scheme,To send a lad to London town,To bring them tidings hame.Nor only bring them tidings..
© Robert Burns
Epitaph For Mr. W. Cruickshank
HONEST 1 Will to Heaven's awayAnd mony shall lament him;His fau'ts they a' in Latin lay,In English nane e'er kent them.
© Robert Burns
Here's To Thy Health, My Bonie Lass
HERE'S to thy health, my bonie lass,Gude nicht and joy be wi' thee;I'll come nae mair to thy bower-door,To tell thee that I lo'e thee.O dinna think..
© Robert Burns
Song—down The Burn, Davie Love
AS down the burn they took their way,And thro' the flowery dale;His cheek to hers he aft did lay,And love was aye the tale:With "Mary, when shall we..
© Robert Burns
Song—such A Parcel Of Rogues In A Nation
FAREWEEL to a' our Scottish fame,Fareweel our ancient glory;Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name,Sae fam'd in martial story.Now Sark rins over Solway..
© Robert Burns
Song—out Over The Forth
OUT over the Forth, I look to the North;But what is the north and its Highlands to me?The south nor the east gie ease to my breast,The far foreign..
© Robert Burns
Song—blythe Hae I Been On Yon Hill
BLYTHE hae I been on yon hill,As the lambs before me;Careless ilka thought and free,As the breeze flew o'er me;Now nae langer sport and play,Mirth or..
© Robert Burns
Song—kellyburn Braes
THERE lived a carl in Kellyburn Braes,Hey, and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme;And he had a wife was the plague of his days,And the thyme it is..
© Robert Burns
Song—phillis The Fair
WHILE larks, with little wing,Fann'd the pure air,Tasting the breathing Spring,Forth I did fare:Gay the sun's golden eyePeep'd o'er the mountains..
© Robert Burns
Epistle To John Maxwell, Esq., Of Terraughty
HEALTH to the Maxwell's veteran Chief!Health, aye unsour'd by care or grief:Inspir'd, I turn'd Fate's sibyl leaf,This natal morn,I see thy life is..
© Robert Burns
Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 2
FY, let us a' to Kirkcudbright,For there will be bickerin' there;For Murray's light horse are to muster,And O how the heroes will swear!And there..
© Robert Burns
Fickle Fortune: A Fragment
THOUGH fickle Fortune has deceived me,She pormis'd fair and perform'd but ill;Of mistress, friends, and wealth bereav'd me,Yet I bear a heart shall..
© Robert Burns
Inscription For An Alter Of Independence
THOU of an independent mind,With soul resolv'd, with soul resign'd;Prepar'd Power's proudest frown to brave,Who wilt not be, nor have a slave;Virtue..
© Robert Burns
Sylvander To Clarinda
WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair,First struck Sylvander's raptur'd view,He gaz'd, he listened to despair,Alas! 'twas all he dared to do.Love..
© Robert Burns
Epigram On Dr. Babington's Looks
THAT there is a falsehood in his looks,I must and will deny:They tell their Master is a knave,And sure they do not lie.
© Robert Burns
The Calf
RIGHT, sir! your text I'll prove it true,Tho' heretics may laugh;For instance, there's yourself just now,God knows, an unco calf.And should some..
© Robert Burns
Epitaph On A Henpecked Squire
AS father Adam first was fool'd,(A case that's still too common,)Here lies man a woman ruled,The devil ruled the woman.
© Robert Burns
Thou Gloomy December
ANCE mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December!Ance mair I hail thee wi' sorrow and care;Sad was the parting thou makes me remember—Parting wi' Nancy..
© Robert Burns