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").

Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive

BEHOLD the hour, the boat, arrive!My dearest Nancy, O fareweel!Severed frae thee, can I survive,Frae thee whom I hae lov'd sae weel?Endless and deep..

© Robert Burns

News, Lassies, News

THERE'S news, lassies, news,Gude news I've to tell!There's a boatfu' o' ladsCome to our town to sell.Chorus.—The wean wants a cradle,And the cradle..

© Robert Burns

Song—braw Lads O' Gala Water

BRAW, braw lads on Yarrow-braes,They rove amang the blooming heather;But Yarrow braes, nor Ettrick shawsCan match the lads o' Galla Water.But there..

© Robert Burns

The Poet's Progress

THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign;Of thy caprice maternal I complain.The peopled fold thy kindly care have found,The hornèd bull, tremendous..

© Robert Burns

Song—bonie Peggy Alison

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 Alison.ILK care and fear, when thou art..

© Robert Burns

Elegy On Stella

STRAIT is the spot and green the sodFrom whence my sorrows flow;And soundly sleeps the ever dearInhabitant below.Pardon my transport, gentle..

© Robert Burns

Inscription To Jessie Lewars

THINE be the volumes, Jessy fair,And with them take the Poet's prayer,That Fate may, in her fairest page,With ev'ry kindliest, best presageOf future..

© Robert Burns

Song—talk Of Him That's Far Awa

MUSING on the roaring ocean,Which divides my love and me;Wearying heav'n in warm devotion,For his weal where'er he be.Hope and Fear's alternate..

© Robert Burns

Fragment—her Flwoing Locks

HER flowing locks, the raven's wing,Adown her neck and bosom hing;How sweet unto that breast to cling,And round that neck entwine her!Her lips are..

© Robert Burns

Song—charlie, He's My Darling

'TWAS on a Monday morning,Right early in the year,That Charlie came to our town,The young Chevalier.Chorus.—An' Charlie, he's my darling,My darling..

© Robert Burns

Song—lady Mary Ann

O LADY Mary Ann looks o'er the Castle wa',She saw three bonie boys playing at the ba',The youngest he was the flower amang them a',My bonie laddie's..

© Robert Burns

Epigram On Rough Roads

I'M now arrived—thanks to the gods!—Thro' pathways rough and muddy,A certain sign that makin roadsIs no this people's study:Altho' Im not wi'..

© Robert Burns

Song—fragment—johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver

WHEN first my brave Johnie lad came to this town,He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown;But now he has gotten a hat and a feather,Hey, brave..

© Robert Burns

The Wounded Hare

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

© Robert Burns

You'Re Welcome, Willie Stewart

Chorus.—You're welcome, Willie Stewart,You're welcome, Willie Stewart,There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May,That's half sae welcome's thou..

© Robert Burns

Song—the Captive Ribband

DEAR Myra, the captive ribband's mine,'Twas all my faithful love could gain;And would you ask me to resignThe sole reward that crowns my pain?Go, bid..

© Robert Burns

Song—wandering Willie (Revised Version)

HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie,Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame;Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie,Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the..

© Robert Burns

Impromptu Lines To Captain Riddell

YOUR News and Review, sir.I've read through and through, sir,With little admiring or blaming;The Papers are barrenOf home-news or foreign,No murders..

© Robert Burns

Song—the Young Highland Rover

LOUD blaw the frosty breezes,The snaws the mountains cover;Like winter on me seizes,Since my young Highland roverFar wanders nations over.Where'er he..

© Robert Burns

Song—fairest Maid On Devon's Banks

Chorus—Fairest maid on Devon banks,Crystal Devon, winding Devon,Wilt thou lay that frown aside,And smile as thou wert wont to do?FULL well thou..

© Robert Burns

Song—i Hae A Wife O' My Ain

I HAE a wife of my ain,I'll partake wi' naebody;I'll take Cuckold frae nane,I'll gie Cuckold to naebody.I hae a penny to spend,There—thanks to..

© Robert Burns

Song—behold, My Love, How Green The Groves

BEHOLD, my love, how green the groves,The primrose banks how fair;The balmy gales awake the flowers,And wave thy flowing hair.The lav'rock shuns the..

© Robert Burns

Song—the Bonie Wee Thing

Chorus.—Bonie wee thing, cannie wee thing,Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine,I wad wear thee in my bosom,Lest my jewel it should tine.WISHFULLY I look..

© Robert Burns

Sketch In Verse, Inscribed To The Right Hon. C. J. Fox

HOW wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite,How Virtue and Vice blend their black and their white,How Genius, th' illustrious father of..

© Robert Burns

Song—m'Pherson's Farewell

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