Poet Robert Burns

Robert Burns

Robert Burns Poems

  • 201.  
    Chorus.â??Bonie wee thing, cannie wee thing,
    Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine,I wad wear thee in my bosom,
  • 202.  
    ations;
    An' ye wha leather rax an' draw,Of a' denominations;
  • 203.  
    WE cam na here to view your warks,
    In hopes to be mair wise,But only, lest we gang to hell,
  • 204.  
    Is there for honesty poverty
    That hings his head, an' a' that; The coward slave - we pass him by,
  • 205.  
    The sun lies clasped in amber cloud
    Half hidden in the sea,And o'er the sands the flowing tide
  • 206.  
    BEHOLD the hour, the boat arrive;
    Thou goest, the darling of my heart;Sever'd from thee, can I survive,
  • 207.  
    ires and the fall of Kings;
    While quacks of State must each produce his plan,And even children lisp the Rights of Man;
  • 208.  
    THE SUN he is sunk in the west,
    All creatures retir?¸d to rest,While here I sit, all sore beset,
  • 209.  
    O THOU dread Power, who reign'st above,
    I know thou wilt me hear,When for this scene of peace and love,
  • 210.  
    Chorus.â??Carle, an the King come,
    Carle, an the King come,Thou shalt dance and I will sing,
  • 211.  
    O LORD, when hunger pinches sore,
    Do thou stand us in stead,And send us, from thy bounteous store,
  • 212.  
    SHE'S fair and fause that causes my smart,
    I lo'ed her meikle and lang;She's broken her vow, she's broken my heart,
  • 213.  
    Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn,
    And blythe awakens the morrow,But a' the pride o' spring's return
  • 214.  
    Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e;
    Lang lang Joy's been a stranger to me: Forsaken and friendless, my burden I bear,
  • 215.  
    DIRE was the hate at old Harlaw,
    That Scot to Scot did carry;And dire the discord Langside saw
  • 216.  
    O WHY the deuce should I repine,
    And be an ill foreboder?I'm twenty-three, and five feet nine,
  • 217.  
    FRAE the friends and land I love,
    Driv'n by Fortune's felly spite;Frae my best belov'd I rove,
  • 218.  
    SENSIBILITY, how charming,
    Dearest Nancy, thou canst tell;But distress, with horrors arming,
  • 219.  
    Expect na, sir, in this narration,
    A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication, To roose you up, an' ca' you guid,
  • 220.  
    MY girl she's airy, she's buxom and gay;
    Her breath is as sweet as the blossoms in May;A touch of her lips it ravishes quite:
  • 221.  
    THERE'S news, lassies, news,
    Gude news I've to tell!There's a boatfu' o' lads
  • 222.  
    Now spring has clad the grove in green,
    And strew'd the lea wi' flowers;The furrow'd, waving corn is seen
  • 223.  
    KEMBLE, thou cur'st my unbelief
    For Moses and his rod;At Yarico's sweet nor of grief
  • 224.  
    The man, in life wherever plac'd,
    Hath happiness in store,Who walks not in the wicked's way,
  • 225.  
    When Januar' wind was blawing cauld,
    As to the north I took my way, The mirksome night did me enfauld,
  • 226.  
    THE SMILING Spring comes in rejoicing,
    And surly Winter grimly flies;Now crystal clear are the falling waters,
  • 227.  
    The wintry west extends his blast,
    And hail and rain does blaw;Or the stormy north sends driving forth
  • 228.  
    Is there a whim-inspired fool,
    Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool,
  • 229.  
    "PRAISE Woman still," his lordship roars,
    "Deserv'd or not, no matter?"But thee, whom all my soul adores,
  • 230.  
    Chorus.â??O mount and go, mount and make you ready,
    O mount and go, and be the Captain's lady.
  • 231.  
    O THOU unknown, Almighty Cause
    Of all my hope and fear!In whose dread presence, ere an hour,
  • 232.  
    n an' drinkin!
    There's mony godly folks are thinkin,Your dreams and tricks
  • 233.  
    IN Politics if thou would'st mix,
    And mean thy fortunes be;Bear this in mind, be deaf and blind,
  • 234.  
    HERE lies a mock Marquis, whose titles were shamm'd,
    If ever he rise, it will be to be damn'd.
  • 235.  
    O I've walked o'er yon countries baith early and late
    Among Airlin's braw lasses I've had mony a lang seat.Comin' hame in the mornins, fin I should have been at ease
  • 236.  
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  • 237.  
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  • 238.  
    A Tale
    "Of Brownyis and of Bogillis full is this Buke." Gawin Douglas.
  • 239.  
    'TIS Friendship's pledge, my young, fair Friend,
    Nor thou the gift refuse, Nor with unwilling ear attend
  • 240.  
    AULD chuckie Reekie's 1 sair distrest,
    Down droops her ance weel burnish'd crest, Nae joy her bonie buskit nest
  • 241.  
    Among the heathy hills and ragged woods
    The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods; Till full he dashes on the rocky mounds,
  • 242.  
    Here Holy Willie's sair worn clay
    Taks up its last abode; His saul has ta'en some other way,
  • 243.  
    WHEN first my brave Johnie lad came to this town,
    He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown; But now he has gotten a hat and a feather,
  • 244.  
    FOR lords or kings I dinna mourn,
    E'en let them die-for that they're born: But oh! prodigious to reflec'!
  • 245.  
    Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear!
    Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear, Ye Jacobites by name,
  • 246.  
    THROUGH and through th' inspir'd leaves,
    Ye maggots, make your windings; But O respect his lordship's taste,
  • 247.  
    O WILLIE 1 brew'd a peck o' maut,
    And Rob and Allen cam to see; Three blyther hearts, that lee-lang night,
  • 248.  
    HERE lie Willie Michie's banes;
    O Satan, when ye tak him, Gie him the schulin o' your weans,
  • 249.  
    IN this strange land, this uncouth clime,
    A land unknown to prose or rhyme; Where words ne'er cross't the Muse's heckles,
  • 250.  
    MARK yonder pomp of costly fashion
    Round the wealthy, titled bride: But when compar'd with real passion,
Total 505 poems written by Robert Burns

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