Robert Burns Poetry

Robert Burns Poem Sonnet On The Death Of Robert Riddell Of Glenriddell and Friars’ Carse. No more, ye warblers of the wood! no more; Nor pour your descant grating on my soul; Thou young-eyed Spring! gay in thy verdant stole, More welcome were to me grim Winter’s wildest roar. How can ye charm, ye flowers, […]

Robert Burns Poem Epitaph On Wee Johnie Hic Jacet wee Johnie. Whoe’er thou art, O reader, know That Death has murder’d Johnie; An’ here his body lies fu’ low; For saul he ne’er had ony.

Robert Burns Poem Epistle To John Rankine Enclosing Some Poems O Rough, rude, ready-witted Rankine, The wale o’ cocks for fun an’ drinkin! There’s mony godly folks are thinkin, Your dreams and tricks Will send you, Korah-like, a-sinkin Straught to auld Nick’s. Ye hae saw mony cracks an’ cants, And in your wicked, drucken rants, […]

Epigram On Mr. James Gracie Poetry Gracie, thou art a man of worth, O be thou Dean for ever! May he be damned to hell henceforth, Who fauts thy weight or measure!

Robert Burns – My Eppie Macnab Poem O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? She’s down in the yard, she’s kissin the laird, She winna come hame to her ain Jock Rab. O come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab; O come thy ways to […]

THE DEATH AND DYING WORDS OF POOR MAILIE, THE AUTHOR’S ONLY PET YOWE. AN UNCO MOURNFU’ TALE. This tale is partly true; the poet’s pet ewe got entangled in her tether, and tumbled into a ditch; the face of ludicrous and awkward sorrow with which this was related by Hughoc, the herd-boy, amused Burns so […]

A Waukrife Minnie Poem Whare are you gaun, my bonie lass, Whare are you gaun, my hinnie? She answered me right saucilie, An errand for my minnie. O whare live ye, my bonie lass, O whare live ye, my hinnie? By yon burnside, gin ye maun ken, In a wee house wi’ my minnie. But […]

Robert Burns – Motto Prefixed To The Author’s First Publication Poem The simple Bard, unbroke by rules of art, He pours the wild effusions of the heart; And if inspir’d ’tis Nature’s pow’rs inspire; Her’s all the melting thrill, and her’s the kindling fire.

Awa’ Whigs, Awa’ Poem Chorus.—Awa’ Whigs, awa’! Awa’ Whigs, awa’! Ye’re but a pack o’ traitor louns, Ye’ll do nae gude at a’. Our thrissles flourish’d fresh and fair, And bonie bloom’d our roses; But Whigs cam’ like a frost in June, An’ wither’d a’ our posies. Awa’ Whigs, &c. Our ancient crown’s fa’en in […]

Robert Burns – Love For Love Poem Ithers seek they ken na what, Features, carriage, and a’ that; Gie me love in her I court, Love to love maks a’ the sport. Let love sparkle in her e’e; Let her lo’e nae man but me; That’s the tocher-gude I prize, There the luver’s treasure lies.