Robert Burns Poems
Song'to Daunton Me THE BLUDE-RED rose at Yule may blaw,
The simmer lilies bloom in snaw,
The frost may freeze the deepest sea;
Second Epistle To Robert Graham, Esq., Of Fintry LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg,
About to beg a pass for leave to beg;
Dull, listless, teas'd, dejected, and deprest
Epistle To Mrs. Scott Of Wauchope House GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date,
When I was bardless, young, and blate,
An' first could thresh the barn,
The Lover's Morning Salute To His Mistress Sleep'st thou, or wakâ??st thou, fairest creature?
Rosy morn now lifts his eye,
Numbering ilka bud which Nature
Rantin, Rovin Robin THERE 1 was a lad was born in Kyle,
But whatna day o' whatna style,
I doubt it's hardly worth the while
Anna Yestreen I had a pint o' wine,
A place where body saw na;
Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine
Song'o Were My Love You Lilac Fair O WERE my love yon Lilac fair,
Wi' purple blossoms to the Spring,
And I, a bird to shelter there,
What Can A Young Lassie Do Wi' An Auld Man? WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie,
What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man?
Bad luck on the penny that tempted my minnie
To Gavin Hamilton, Esq., Mauchline, Recommending A Boy I HOLD it, sir, my bounden duty
To warn you how that Master Tootie,
Alias, Laird M'Gaun,
Song'kellyburn Braes THERE lived a carl in Kellyburn Braes,
Hey, and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme;
And he had a wife was the plague of his days,
Stanzas, On The Same Occasion WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene?
Have I so found it full of pleasing charms?
Some drops of joy with draughts of ill betweenâ??
On Chloris Being Ill Chorusâ??Long, long the night,
Heavy comes the morrow
While my soul's delight
Epigram Addressed To An Artist DEAR â??â??â??, I'll gie ye some advice,
You'll tak it no uncivil:
You shouldna paint at angels mair,
Thou Gloomy December ANCE mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December!
Ance mair I hail thee wi' sorrow and care;
Sad was the parting thou makes me rememberâ??
Song'the Bonie Moor-Hen THE HEATHER was blooming, the meadows were mawn,
Our lads gaed a-hunting ae day at the dawn,
O'er moors and o'er mosses and mony a glen,
Verses On A Parting Kiss HUMID seal of soft affections,
Tenderest pledge of future bliss,
Dearest tie of young connections,
Inscribed On A Work Of Hannah More's THOU flatt'ring mark of friendship kind,
Still may thy pages call to mind
The dear, the beauteous donor;
Sonnet On The Death Of Robert Riddell 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,
Scots Wha Hae Scots, wha hae wi Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed
Epigram On Dr. Babington's Looks THAT there is a falsehood in his looks,
I must and will deny:
They tell their Master is a knave,
Lass Of Cessnock Banks, The A Song of Similes
Tune - 'If he be a Butcher neat and trim.'
The Banks Of The Devon HOW pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon,
With green spreading bushes and flow'rs blooming fair!
But the boniest flow'r on the banks of the Devon
A Dedication To Gavin Hamilton, Esq. EXPECT na, sir, in this narration,
A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication,
To roose you up, an' ca' you guid,
Song'beware O' Bonie Ann YE gallants bright, I rede you right,
Beware o' bonie Ann;
Her comely face sae fu' o' grace,
Ploughman's Life, The As I was a-wand'ring ae morning in spring,
I heard a young ploughman sae sweetly to sing;
And as he was singin', thir words he did say, -
Apology To Mr. Syme For Not Dining With Him NO more of your guests, be they titled or not,
And cookery the first in the nation;
Who is proof to thy personal converse and wit,
Epistle To J. Lapraik (Excerpt) I am nae poet, in a sense,
But just a rhymer like by chance,
An' hae to learning nae pretence;
Under The Pressure Of Violent Anguish O Thou Great Being! what Thou art,
Surpasses me to know;
Yet sure I am, that known to Thee
Song'the Charms Of Lovely Davies O HOW shall I, unskilfu', try
The poet's occupation?
The tunefu' powers, in happy hours,
Epigram On Rough Roads I'M now arrivedâ??thanks to the gods!â??
Thro' pathways rough and muddy,
A certain sign that makin roads
Ae Fond Kiss 1 Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
2 Ae fareweel, and then forever!
3 Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
On A Scotch Bard, Gone To The West Indies A' YE wha live by sowps o' drink,
A' ye wha live by crambo-clink,
A' ye wha live and never think,
Inconstancy In Love LET not Woman e'er complain
Of inconstancy in love;
Let not Woman e'er complain
Montgomerie's Peggy Tune - "Galla Water."
Altho' my bed were in yon muir,
Lines Written Under The Picture Of Miss Burns CEASE, ye prudes, your envious railing,
Lovely Burns has charmsâ??confess:
True it is, she had one failing,
Hey, The Dusty Miller HEY, the dusty Miller,
And his dusty coat,
He will win a shilling,
The Bonie Lass Of Albany MY 1 heart is wae, and unco wae,
To think upon the raging sea,
That roars between her gardens green
Lovely Young Jessie TRUE hearted was he, the sad swain o' the Yarrow,
And fair are the maids on the banks of the Ayr;
But by the sweet side o' the Nith's winding river,
Epistle To William Simson I GAT your letter, winsome Willie;
Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie;
Tho' I maun say't, I wad be silly,
Epigram On Miss Davies ASK why God made the gem so small?
And why so huge the granite?â??
Because God meant mankind should set
Impromptu Lines To Captain Riddell YOUR News and Review, sir.
I've read through and through, sir,
With little admiring or blaming;
The Gloomy Night Is Gath'Ring Fast The gloomy night is gath'ring fast,
Loud roars the wild inconstant blast;
Yon murky cloud is filled with rain,
Epigram'the Toad-Eater OF Lordly acquaintance you boast,
And the Dukes that you dined wi' yestreen,
Yet an insect's an insect at most,
The Poet's Progress THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign;
Of thy caprice maternal I complain.
The peopled fold thy kindly care have found,
Song'the Battle Of Sherramuir "O CAM ye here the fight to shun,
Or herd the sheep wi' me, man?
Or were ye at the Sherra-moor,
On The Seas And Far Away HOW can my poor heart be glad,
When absent from my sailor lad;
How can I the thought foregoâ??
Epigram'the True Loyal Natives YE true "Loyal Natives" attend to my song
In uproar and riot rejoice the night long;
From Envy and Hatred your corps is exempt,
Second Epistle To J. Lapraik WHILE new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake
An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik,
This hour on e'enin's edge I take,
My Heart's In The Highlands Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
Song'fragment'why Tell The Lover WHY, why tell thy lover
Bliss he never must enjoy"?
Why, why undeceive him,
Total 505 poems written by Robert Burns
Poem of the day
The Dome Of Sunday
by Karl Shapiro
With focus sharp as Flemish-painted face
In film of varnish brightly fixed
And through a polished hand-lens deeply seen,
Sunday at noon through hyaline thin air
Sees down the street,
And in the camera of my eye depicts
Row-houses and row-lives:
Glass after glass, door after door the same,
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