Robert Burns Poetry

Robert Burns – Lovely Young Jessie Poem True hearted was he, the sad swain o’ the Yarrow, And fair are the maids on the banks of the Ayr; But by the sweet side o’ the Nith’s winding river, Are lovers as faithful, and maidens as fair: To equal young Jessie seek Scotland all over; To […]

EPITAPH ON HOLY WILLIE. We are informed by Richmond of Mauchline, that when he was clerk in Gavin Hamilton’s office, Burns came in one morning and said, “I have just composed a poem, John, and if you will write it, I will repeat it.” He repeated Holy Willie’s Prayer and Epitaph; Hamilton came in at […]

Craigieburn Wood Poem Sweet closes the ev’ning on Craigieburn Wood, And blythely awaukens the morrow; But the pride o’ the spring in the Craigieburn Wood Can yield to me nothing but sorrow. Chorus.—Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie, And O to be lying beyond thee! O sweetly, soundly, weel may he sleep That’s laid in […]

On The Death Of John M’Leod, Esq, Poem Robert Burns Brother to a young Lady, a particular friend of the Author’s. Sad thy tale, thou idle page, And rueful thy alarms: Death tears the brother of her love From Isabella’s arms. Sweetly deckt with pearly dew The morning rose may blow; But cold successive noontide […]

On An Innkeeper Nicknamed The Marquis Poem Robert Burns Here lies a mock Marquis, whose titles were shamm’d, If ever he rise, it will be to be damn’d.

Robert Burns – My Collier Laddie Poem Whare live ye, my bonie lass? And tell me what they ca’ ye; My name, she says, is mistress Jean, And I follow the Collier laddie. My name, she says, &c. See you not yon hills and dales The sun shines on sae brawlie; They a’ are mine, […]

Pinned To Mrs. Walter Riddell’s Carriage Poetry If you rattle along like your Mistress’ tongue, Your speed will outrival the dart; But a fly for your load, you’ll break down on the road, If your stuff be as rotten’s her heart.

Robert Burns – Lines To A Gentleman, Poem Who had sent the Poet a Newspaper, and offered to continue it free of Expense. Kind Sir, I’ve read your paper through, And faith, to me, ’twas really new! How guessed ye, Sir, what maist I wanted? This mony a day I’ve grain’d and gaunted, To ken […]

The Rights Of Woman Robert Burns Poetry An Occasional Address. Spoken by Miss Fontenelle on her benefit night, November 26, 1792. While Europe’s eye is fix’d on mighty things, The fate of Empires and the fall of Kings; While quacks of State must each produce his plan, And even children lisp the Rights of Man; […]

To Miss Ferrier Poem Robert Burns Enclosing the Elegy on Sir J. H. Blair. Nae heathen name shall I prefix, Frae Pindus or Parnassus; Auld Reekie dings them a’ to sticks, For rhyme-inspiring lasses. Jove’s tunefu’ dochters three times three Made Homer deep their debtor; But, gien the body half an e’e, Nine Ferriers wad […]