Robert Burns Poetry

Castle Gordon Poetry Streams that glide in orient plains, Never bound by Winter’s chains; Glowing here on golden sands, There immix’d with foulest stains From Tyranny’s empurpled hands; These, their richly gleaming waves, I leave to tyrants and their slaves; Give me the stream that sweetly laves The banks by Castle Gordon. Spicy forests, ever […]

Robert Burns Poem Epitaph For Mr. William Michie Schoolmaster of Cleish Parish, Fifeshire. Here lie Willie Michie’s banes; O Satan, when ye tak him, Gie him the schulin o’ your weans, For clever deils he’ll mak them! Boat song—Hey, Ca’ Thro’ Up wi’ the carls o’ Dysart, And the lads o’ Buckhaven, And the kimmers […]

Per Contra Poetry Go, Fame, an’ canter like a filly Thro’ a’ the streets an’ neuks o’ Killie;^3 Tell ev’ry social honest billie To cease his grievin’; For, yet unskaithed by Death’s gleg gullie. Tam Samson’s leevin’!

Duncan Gray Poetry Duncan Gray cam’ here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o’t, On blythe Yule-night when we were fou, Ha, ha, the wooing o’t, Maggie coost her head fu’ heigh, Look’d asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh; Ha, ha, the wooing o’t. Duncan fleech’d and Duncan pray’d; Ha, ha, the […]

Inscription For An Altar Of Independence Robert Burns Poetry At Kerroughtree, the Seat of Mr. Heron. Thou of an independent mind, With soul resolv’d, with soul resign’d; Prepar’d Power’s proudest frown to brave, Who wilt not be, nor have a slave; Virtue alone who dost revere, Thy own reproach alone dost fear— Approach this shrine, […]

THE ORDINATION. “For sense they little owe to frugal heav’n– To please the mob they hide the little giv’n.” This sarcastic sally was written on the admission of Mr. Mackinlay, as one of the ministers to the Laigh, or parochial Kirk of Kilmarnock, on the 6th of April, 1786. That reverend person was an Auld […]

I Hae Been At Crookieden Robert Burns Poetry I Hae been at Crookieden, My bonie laddie, Highland laddie, Viewing Willie and his men, My bonie laddie, Highland laddie. There our foes that burnt and slew, My bonie laddie, Highland laddie, There, at last, they gat their due, My bonie laddie, Highland laddie. Satan sits in […]

A Dream Poem Thoughts, words, and deeds, the Statute blames with reason; But surely Dreams were ne’er indicted Treason. On reading, in the public papers, the Laureate’s Ode, with the otherparade of June 4th, 1786, the Author was no sooner dropt asleep, than heimagined himself transported to the Birth-day Levee: and, in his dreamingfancy, made […]

A Tippling Ballad Poem On the Duke of Brunswick’s Breaking up his Camp, and the defeat of theAustrians, by Dumourier, November 1792. When Princes and Prelates, And hot-headed zealots, A’Europe had set in a low, a low, The poor man lies down, Nor envies a crown, And comforts himself as he dow, as he dow, […]