Robert Burns Poetry

A Bard’s Epitaph Poem Is there a whim-inspired fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool, Let him draw near; And owre this grassy heap sing dool, And drap a tear. Is there a bard of rustic song, Who, noteless, steals the crowds among, That weekly […]

I Love My Love In Secret Robert Burns Poetry My Sandy gied to me a ring, Was a’ beset wi’ diamonds fine; But I gied him a far better thing, I gied my heart in pledge o’ his ring. Chorus.—My Sandy O, my Sandy O, My bonie, bonie Sandy O; Tho’ the love that I […]

Inscription Robert Burns Poetry Written on the blank leaf of a copy of the last edition of my poems,presented to the Lady whom, in so many fictitious reveries of passion, butwith the most ardent sentiments of real friendship, I have so often sungunder the name of— Chloris. ^1 ‘Tis Friendship’s pledge, my young, fair Friend, […]

Reply To A Trimming Epistle Received From A Tailor Poetry What ails ye now, ye lousie bitch To thresh my back at sic a pitch? Losh, man! hae mercy wi’ your natch, Your bodkin’s bauld; I didna suffer half sae much Frae Daddie Auld. What tho’ at times, when I grow crouse, I gie their […]

Prologue Spoken At The Theatre Of Dumfries Poetry On New Year’s Day Evening, 1790. No song nor dance I bring from yon great city, That queens it o’er our taste—the more’s the pity: Tho’ by the bye, abroad why will you roam? Good sense and taste are natives here at home: But not for panegyric […]

The Banks O’ Doon Second Version Poem 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 bird, That sings upon the bough! Thou minds me o’ the happy days When my fause Luve […]

Carle, An The King Come Poetry Chorus.—Carle, an the King come, Carle, an the King come, Thou shalt dance and I will sing, Carle, an the King come. An somebody were come again, Then somebody maun cross the main, And every man shall hae his ain, Carle, an the King come. Carle, an the King […]

Robert Burns Poem Epitaph For Mr. Gabriel Richardson Here Brewer Gabriel’s fire’s extinct, And empty all his barrels: He’s blest—if, as he brew’d, he drink, In upright, honest morals.

Robert Burns Poem Epistle To James Smith Friendship, mysterious cement of the soul! Sweet’ner of Life, and solder of Society! I owe thee much—Blair. Dear Smith, the slee’st, pawkie thief, That e’er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; For ne’er a bosom yet was prief Against your arts. For […]

Address To The Toothache Poem My curse upon your venom’d stang, That shoots my tortur’d gums alang, An’ thro’ my lug gies mony a twang, Wi’ gnawing vengeance, Tearing my nerves wi’ bitter pang, Like racking engines! When fevers burn, or argues freezes, Rheumatics gnaw, or colics squeezes, Our neibor’s sympathy can ease us, Wi’ […]