Robert Burns Poetry

A Mother’s Lament Poem For the Death of Her Son. Fate gave the word, the arrow sped, And pierc’d my darling’s heart; And with him all the joys are fled Life can to me impart. By cruel hands the sapling drops, In dust dishonour’d laid; So fell the pride of all my hopes, My age’s […]

Epigram On The Laird Of Laggan Poetry When Morine, deceas’d, to the Devil went down, ‘Twas nothing would serve him but Satan’s own crown; Thy fool’s head, quoth Satan, that crown shall wear never, I grant thou’rt as wicked, but not quite so clever.

Inscription For The Headstone Of Fergusson The Poet Robert Burns Poetry No sculptured marble here, nor pompous lay, No storied urn nor animated bust; This simple stone directs pale Scotia’s way, To pour her sorrows o’er the Poet’s dust. Additional Stanzas She mourns, sweet tuneful youth, thy hapless fate; Tho’ all the powers of song […]

Wandering Willie First Version Poem Robert Burns Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, Now tired with wandering, haud awa hame; Come to my bosom, my ae only dearie, And tell me thou bring’st me my Willie the same. Loud blew the cauld winter winds at our parting; It was na the blast brought the tear […]

A New Psalm For The Chapel Of Kilmarnock Poem On the Thanksgiving-Day for His Majesty’s Recovery. O sing a new song to the Lord, Make, all and every one, A joyful noise, even for the King His restoration. The sons of Belial in the land Did set their heads together; Come, let us sweep them […]

To John Kennedy, Dumfries House Poem Robert Burns Now, Kennedy, if foot or horse E’er bring you in by Mauchlin corse, (Lord, man, there’s lasses there wad force A hermit’s fancy; An’ down the gate in faith they’re worse, An’ mair unchancy). But as I’m sayin, please step to Dow’s, An’ taste sic gear as […]

A Dedication Poem To Gavin Hamilton, Esq. 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 ye’re surnam’d like His Grace— Perhaps related to the race: Then, when I’m tir’d—and sae are ye, Wi’ mony a fulsome, sinfu’ […]

Young Jockie Was The Blythest Lad Poem Robert Burns Young Jockie was the blythest lad, In a’ our town or here awa; Fu’ blythe he whistled at the gaud, Fu’ lightly danc’d he in the ha’. He roos’d my een sae bonie blue, He roos’d my waist sae genty sma’; An’ aye my heart cam […]

A Red, Red Rose Poem [Hear Red, Red Rose] O my Luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June: O my Luve’s like the melodie, That’s sweetly play’d in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till […]

Robert Burns Poem Forlorn, My Love, No Comfort Near Air— Let me in this ae night. Forlorn, my Love, no comfort near, Far, far from thee, I wander here; Far, far from thee, the fate severe, At which I most repine, Love. Chorus—O wert thou, Love, but near me! But near, near, near me, How […]