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").

Epitaph On Holy Willie

Here Holy Willie's sair worn clayTaks up its last abode;His saul has ta'en some other way,I fear, the left-hand road.Stop! there he is, as sur's a..

© Robert Burns

Up In The Morning Early

Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,The drift is driving sairly;Sae loud shrill`s I hear the blast,I`m sure it`s winters..

© Robert Burns

Robert Bruce's March To Bannockburn

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

© Robert Burns

Winter: A Dirge

The wintry west extends his blast,And hail and rain does blaw;Or the stormy north sends driving forthThe blinding sleet and snaw:While, tumbling..

© Robert Burns

My Bonnie Mary

GO fetch to me a pint o' wine, An' fill it in a silver tassie,That I may drink, before I go, A service to my bonnie lassie.The boat rocks at the..

© Robert Burns

Despondency -- An Ode

Oppress'd with grief, oppress'd with care,A burden more than I can bear,I set me down and sigh:O life! thou art a galling load,Along a rough, a weary..

© Robert Burns

Handsome Nell

O, once I lov'd a bonnie lass,Aye, and I love her still;And whilst that virtue warms my breastI'll love my handsome Nell.As bonnie lasses I hae..

© Robert Burns

Battle Of Sherramuir, The

"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

Ye Flowery Banks (Bonie Doon)

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..

© Robert Burns

My Highland Lassie, O

Nae gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair,Shall ever be my muse's care;Their titles a' are empty show;Gie me my Highland Lassie, O.Within the glen sae..

© Robert Burns

Ye Banks And Braes O'Bonnie Doon

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,How can ye bloom sae fair!How can ye chant, ye little birds,And I sae fu' o' care!Thou'll break my heart, thou..

© Robert Burns

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..

© Robert Burns

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..

© Robert Burns

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..

© Robert Burns

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..

© Robert Burns

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..

© Robert Burns

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..

© Robert Burns

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'..

© Robert Burns

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..

© Robert Burns

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..

© Robert Burns

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..

© Robert Burns

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..

© Robert Burns

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..

© Robert Burns