Robert Burns Poetry

Second Epistle To Robert Graham, ESQ., Of Fintry Poetry 5th October 1791. Late crippl’d of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, teas’d, dejected, and deprest (Nature is adverse to a cripple’s rest); Will generous Graham list to his Poet’s wail? (It soothes poor Misery, […]

Bonie Jean A Ballad Poem To its ain tune. There was a lass, and she was fair, At kirk or market to be seen; When a’ our fairest maids were met, The fairest maid was bonie Jean. And aye she wrought her mammie’s wark, And aye she sang sae merrilie; The blythest bird upon the […]

REMORSE. A FRAGMENT. “I entirely agree,” says Burns, “with the author of the Theory of Moral Sentiments , that Remorse is the most painful sentiment that can embitter the human bosom; an ordinary pitch of fortitude may bear up admirably well, under those calamities, in the procurement of which we ourselves have had no hand; […]

Delia, An Ode Poetry To the Editor of The Star.—Mr. Printer—If the productions of a simpleploughman can merit a place in the same paper with Sylvester Otway, andthe other favourites of the Muses who illuminate the Star with thelustre of genius, your insertion of the enclosed trifle will besucceeded by future communications from—Yours, &c., R. […]

The Gowden Locks Of Anna Robert Burns Poetry Yestreen I had a pint o’ wine, A place where body saw na; Yestreen lay on this breast o’ mine The gowden locks of Anna. The hungry Jew in wilderness, Rejoicing o’er his manna, Was naething to my hinny bliss Upon the lips of Anna. Ye monarchs, […]

Versified Reply To An Invitation Poem Robert Burns Sir, Yours this moment I unseal, And faith I’m gay and hearty! To tell the truth and shame the deil, I am as fou as Bartie: But Foorsday, sir, my promise leal, Expect me o’ your partie, If on a beastie I can speel, Or hurl in […]

Inscribed On A Work Of Hannah More’s Robert Burns Poetry Presented to the Author by a Lady. Thou flatt’ring mark of friendship kind, Still may thy pages call to mind The dear, the beauteous donor; Tho’ sweetly female ev’ry part, Yet such a head, and more the heart Does both the sexes honour: She show’d […]

To Daunton Me Poem Robert Burns The blude-red rose at Yule may blaw, The simmer lilies bloom in snaw, The frost may freeze the deepest sea; But an auld man shall never daunton me. Refrain.—To daunton me, to daunton me, And auld man shall never daunton me. To daunton me, and me sae young, Wi’ […]

Gude Ale Keeps The Heart Aboon Robert Burns Poetry Chorus—O gude ale comes and gude ale goes; Gude ale gars me sell my hose, Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon— Gude ale keeps my heart aboon! I had sax owsen in a pleugh, And they drew a’ weel eneugh: I sell’d them a’ just […]

O Were My Love Yon Lilac Fair Poem Robert Burns Air— Hughie Graham. O were my love yon Lilac fair, Wi’ purple blossoms to the Spring, And I, a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing! How I wad mourn when it was torn By Autumn wild, and Winter rude! But I […]