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").

Scots, Wha Hae Wi' Wallace Bled

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

© Robert Burns

I Dream'D I Lay

I dream'd I lay where flowers were springingGaily in the sunny beam;List'ning to the wild birds singing,By a falling crystal stream:Straight the sky..

© Robert Burns

Fareweel To A'Our Scottish Fame

Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame,Fareweel our ancient glory;Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name,Sae famed in martial story!Now Sark rins over Solway..

© Robert Burns

Holy Willie's Prayer

'And send the godly in a pet to pray.' - PopeO Thou, that in the heavens does dwell,Wha, as it pleases best Thysel',Sends ane to heaven an' ten to..

© Robert Burns

Green Grow The Rashes

Green grow the rashes, O!Green grow the rashes, O!The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,Are spent amang the lasses, O!There's nought but care on every..

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A Fiddler In The North

Amang the trees, where humming bees,At buds and flowers were hinging, O,Auld Caledon drew out her drone,And to her pipe was singing, O:'Twas Pibroch..

© Robert Burns

Willie Wastle

Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed,The spot they ca'd it Linkumdoddie.Willie was a wabster guidCould stown a clue wi onie body.He had a wife was dour and..

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A Poets's Welcome To His Love-Begotten Daughter

Thou's welcome, wean; mishanter fa' me,If thoughts o' thee, or yet thy mammie,Shall ever daunton me or awe me,My sweet wee lady,Or if I blush when..

© Robert Burns

To A Louse

On Seeing One on a Lady's Bonnet at ChurchHa! whare ye gaun' ye crowlin ferlie?Your impudence protects you sairly;I canna say but ye strunt..

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Carigieburn Wood

Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn,And blythe awakens the morrow,But a' the pride o' spring's returnCan yield me nocht but sorrow.I see the flowers..

© Robert Burns

Song—Composed in Spring

Again rejoicing nature seesHer robe assume its vernal hues,Her leafy looks wave in the breeze,All freshly steep'd in morning dews.And maun I still on..

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Coming Through The Rye

Coming thro' the rye, poor body,Coming thro' the rye,She draiglet a' her petticoatieComing thro' the rye.O, Jenny's a' wat, poor body;Jenny's seldom..

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A Dedication

Expect na, sir, in this narration,A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication,To roose you up, an' ca' you guid,An' sprung o' great an' noble bluid,Because..

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Highland Mary

Ye banks, and braes, and streams aroundThe castle o' Montgomery,Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,Your waters never drumlie!There Simmer..

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Address To The Unco Guid

My Son, these maxims make a rule,An' lump them aye thegither;The Rigid Righteous is a fool,The Rigid Wise anither:The cleanest corn that ere was..

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Auld Farmer's New-Year-Morning

A Guide New-year I wish thee, Maggie!Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie:Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' knaggie,I've seen the dayThere could hae..

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Ah, Woe Is Me, My Mother Dear

Ah, woe is me, my mother dear!A man of strife ye've born me:For sair contention I maun bear;They hate, revile, and scorn me.I ne'er could lend on..

© Robert Burns

To A Kiss

Humid seal of soft affections,Tend'rest pledge of future bliss,Dearest tie of young connections,Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.Speaking silence..

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Afton Water

1 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,2 Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;3 My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,4..

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Address To The Devil

1 O thou! whatever title suit thee,--2 Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie!3 Wha in yon cavern, grim an' sootie,4 Clos'd under hatches,5 Spairges..

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Address To The Tooth-Ache

My curse upon your venom'd stang,That shoots my tortur'd gums alang;And thro' my lugs gies mony a twang,Wi' gnawing vengeance;Tearing my nerves wi'..

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Tam O' Shanter

A Tale"Of Brownyis and of Bogillis full is this Buke."Gawin Douglas.When chapman billies leave the street,And drouthy neibors neibors meet;As market..

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Address To A Haggis

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!Aboon them a' ye tak your place,Painch, tripe, or thairm:Weel are ye wordy of a..

© Robert Burns

A Dream

Guid-Mornin' to our Majesty!May Heaven augment your blissesOn ev'ry new birth-day ye see,A humble poet wishes.My bardship here, at your LeveeOn sic a..

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Ae Fond Kiss

1 Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;2 Ae fareweel, and then forever!3 Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,4 Warring sighs and groans I'll wage..

© Robert Burns