Robert Burns Poetry

Robert Burns Poem Epitaph On A Noted Coxcomb Capt. Wm. Roddirk, of Corbiston. Light lay the earth on Billy’s breast, His chicken heart so tender; But build a castle on his head, His scull will prop it under.

The Keekin’-Glass Robert Burns Poetry How daur ye ca’ me howlet-face, Ye blear-e’ed, withered spectre? Ye only spied the keekin’-glass, An’ there ye saw your picture.

Robert Burns Poem Epigram To Miss Jean Scott O had each Scot of ancient times Been, Jeanie Scott, as thou art; The bravest heart on English ground Had yielded like a coward.

Robert Burns Poem Epistle To Davie, A Brother Poet January While winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An’ bar the doors wi’ driving snaw, An’ hing us owre the ingle, I set me down to pass the time, An’ spin a verse or twa o’ rhyme, In hamely, westlin jingle. While frosty winds blaw in the […]

A WINTER NIGHT. “Poor naked wretches, wheresoe’er you are That bide the pelting of the pitiless storm! How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and widow’d raggedness defend you From seasons such as these?” SHAKSPEARE. “This poem,” says my friend Thomas Carlyle, “is worth several homilies on mercy, for it is the […]

Robert Burns Poem Sonnet Written On The Author’s Birthday, On hearing a Thrush sing in his Morning Walk. Sing on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough, Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain, See aged Winter, ‘mid his surly reign, At thy blythe carol, clears his furrowed brow. So in lone Poverty’s dominion […]

Verses Written With A Pencil Poem Robert Burns Over the Chimney—piece in the Parlour of the Inn at Kenmore, Taymouth. Admiring Nature in her wildest grace, These northern scenes with weary feet I trace; O’er many a winding dale and painful steep, Th’ abodes of covey’d grouse and timid sheep, [Footnote 1: These are rhymes […]

Tam Samson’s Elegy Poem An honest man’s the noblest work of God—Pope. When this worthy old sportman went out, last muirfowl season, hesupposed it was to be, in Ossian’s phrase, the last of his fields, andexpressed an ardent wish to die and be buried in the muirs. On this hintthe author composed his elegy and […]

Prayer, Under The Pressure Of Violent Anguish Poetry O Thou Great Being! what Thou art, Surpasses me to know; Yet sure I am, that known to Thee Are all Thy works below. Thy creature here before Thee stands, All wretched and distrest; Yet sure those ills that wring my soul Obey Thy high behest. Sure, […]

To Mary In Heaven Poem Robert Burns Thou ling’ring star, with lessening ray, That lov’st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher’st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See’st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear’st thou the groans […]