Robert Burns Poetry

Reply To An Announcement By J. Rankine On His Writing To The Poet, Poetry That A Girl In That Part Of The Country Was With A Child To Him. I am a keeper of the law In some sma’ points, altho’ not a’; Some people tell me gin I fa’, Ae way or ither, The […]

I’ll Aye Ca’ In By Yon Town Robert Burns Poetry Air— I’ll gang nae mair to yon toun. Chorus—I’ll aye ca’ in by yon town, And by yon garden-green again; I’ll aye ca’ in by yon town, And see my bonie Jean again. There’s nane sall ken, there’s nane can guess What brings me back […]

Thou Fair Eliza Poem Robert Burns Turn again, thou fair Eliza! Ae kind blink before we part; Rue on thy despairing lover, Can’st thou break his faithfu’ heart? Turn again, thou fair Eliza! If to love thy heart denies, Oh, in pity hide the sentence Under friendship’s kind disguise! Thee, sweet maid, hae I offended? […]

To Miss Cruickshank Poem Robert Burns A very Young Lady Written on the Blank Leaf of a Book, presented to her by the Author. Beauteous Rosebud, young and gay, Blooming in thy early May, Never may’st thou, lovely flower, Chilly shrink in sleety shower! Never Boreas’ hoary path, Never Eurus’ pois’nous breath, Never baleful stellar […]

Robert Burns – My Eppie Adair Poem Chorus.—An’ O my Eppie, my jewel, my Eppie, Wha wad na be happy wi’ Eppie Adair? By love, and by beauty, by law, and by duty, I swear to be true to my Eppie Adair! By love, and by beauty, by law, and by duty, I swear to […]

The Flowery Banks Of Cree Poem Here is the glen, and here the bower All underneath the birchen shade; The village-bell has told the hour, O what can stay my lovely maid? ‘Tis not Maria’s whispering call; ‘Tis but the balmy breathing gale, Mixt with some warbler’s dying fall, The dewy star of eve to […]

The Poet’s Reply To The Threat Of A Censorious Critic Robert Burns Poetry My imprudent lines were answered, very petulantly, by somebody, Ibelieve, a Rev. Mr. Hamilton. In a MS., where I met the answer, I wrotebelow:— With Esop’s lion, Burns says: Sore I feel Each other’s scorn, but damn that ass’ heel!

Clarinda, Mistress Of My Soul Poetry Clarinda, mistres of my soul, The measur’d time is run! The wretch beneath the dreary pole So marks his latest sun. To what dark cave of frozen night Shall poor Sylvander hie; Depriv’d of thee, his life and light, The sun of all his joy? We part—but by these […]

Altho’ He Has Left Me Poem Altho’ he has left me for greed o’ the siller, I dinna envy him the gains he can win; I rather wad bear a’ the lade o’ my sorrow, Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him.

Burlesque Lament For The Absence Of William Creech, Publisher Poetry Auld chuckie Reekie’s^1 sair distrest, Down droops her ance weel burnish’d crest, Nae joy her bonie buskit nest Can yield ava, Her darling bird that she lo’es best— Willie’s awa! O Willie was a witty wight, And had o’ things an unco’ sleight, Auld Reekie […]