Robert Burns Poetry

Robert Burns Poem Epistle From Esopus To Maria From those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, And deal from iron hands the spare repast; Where truant ‘prentices, yet young in sin, Blush at the curious stranger peeping in; Where strumpets, relics of the […]

I’ll Meet Thee On The Lea Rig Robert Burns Poetry When o’er the hill the eastern star Tells bughtin time is near, my jo, And owsen frae the furrow’d field Return sae dowf and weary O; Down by the burn, where birken buds Wi’ dew are hangin clear, my jo, I’ll meet thee on the […]

Epigram On A Country Laird, Poetry not quite so wise as Solomon. Bless Jesus Christ, O Cardonessp, With grateful, lifted eyes, Who taught that not the soul alone, But body too shall rise; For had He said the soul alone From death I will deliver, Alas, alas! O Cardoness, Then hadst thou lain for ever.

Robert Burns – Jockey’s Taen The Parting Kiss Poem Air— Bonie lass tak a man. Jockey’s taen the parting kiss, O’er the mountains he is gane, And with him is a’ my bliss, Nought but griefs with me remain, Spare my Love, ye winds that blaw, Plashy sleets and beating rain! Spare my Love, thou […]

The Brigs Of Ayr Poem A Poem Inscribed to John Ballantine, Esq., Ayr. The simple Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev’ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the mellow thrush, Hailing the setting sun, sweet, in the green thorn bush; The soaring lark, the perching red-breast shrill, Or deep-ton’d plovers […]

Saw Ye Bonie Lesley Poetry O saw ye bonie Lesley, As she gaed o’er the Border? She’s gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever; For Nature made her what she is, And never made anither! Thou art a queen, fair Lesley, […]

Epigram On Rough Roads Poetry I’m now arrived—thanks to the gods!— Thro’ pathways rough and muddy, A certain sign that makin roads Is no this people’s study: Altho’ Im not wi’ Scripture cram’d, I’m sure the Bible says That heedless sinners shall be damn’d, Unless they mend their ways. [Footnote 8: A compliment to the […]

Robert Burns – Mark Yonder Pomp Of Costly Fashion Poem Air— Deil tak the wars. Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion Round the wealthy, titled bride: But when compar’d with real passion, Poor is all that princely pride. Mark yonder, &c. (four lines repeated). What are the showy treasures, What are the noisy pleasures? The […]

Address Poem Spoken by Miss Fontenelle on her Benefit Night, December 4th, 1793,at the Theatre, Dumfries. Still anxious to secure your partial favour, And not less anxious, sure, this night, than ever, A Prologue, Epilogue, or some such matter, ‘Twould vamp my bill, said I, if nothing better; So sought a poet, roosted near the […]

Robert Burns Poem Epitaph For Mr. W. Cruikshank Honest Will to Heaven’s away And mony shall lament him; His fau’ts they a’ in Latin lay, In English nane e’er kent them.