Poetry of Burns
Robert Burns
born 1759, died 1796 |
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Burns - 26 poems
The Scottish Muse To Burns
- - "Coila my name;
And this district as mine I claim, [...]
The Bonne Banks Of Ayr
The gloomy night is gath'ring fast,
Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast; [...]
My Heart 's In The Highlands
My heart 's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart 's in the Highlands, a chasing the deer; [...]
A Wish
I mind it weel, in early date,
When I was beardless, young, and blate, [...]
A Vision
As I stood by yon roofless tower,
Where the wa'-flower scents the dewy air, [...]
Bruce's Address To His
Troops At Bannockburn
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled;
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led; [...]
The Lovely Lass Of Inverness
The lovely lass o' Inverness
Nae joy nor pleasure can she see; [...]
The Chevalier's Lament
The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning,
The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro' the vale; [...]
For A' That And A' That
Is there, for honest poverty,
That hangs his head, and a' that? [...]
Green Grow The Rashes
Green grow the rashes, O!
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, [...]
The Blue-Eyed Lass
I gaed a waefu' gate yesterseen,
A gate, I fear, I 'll dearly rue; [...]
Oh, Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast
Oh, wert thou in the cauld blast
On younder lea, on yonder lea, [...]
My Ain Kind Dearie, O
When o'er the hill the eastern star
Tells bughtin-time is near, my jo; [...]
The Gowden Locks Of Anna
Yestreen I had a pint o' wine,
A place where body saw na'; [...]
My Bonnie Mary
Go fetch to me a pint o' wine,
An' fill it in a silver tassie; [...]
Ae Fond Kiss
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae farewell, alas, for ever! [...]
For The Sake Of Somebody
My heart is sair, I dare na tell,
My heart is sair for Somebody; [...]
Out Over The Forth
Out over the Forth I look to the north,
But what is the north and its Highlands to me? [...]
Stay, My Charmer
Stay, my charmer, can you leave me?
Cruel, cruel to deceive me! [...]
Highland Mary
Ye banks, and braes, and streams around
The castle o' Montgomery, [...]
To Mary In Heaven
Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray,
That lov'st to greet the early morn, [...]
My Wife 'S A Winsome Wee Thing
She is a winsome wee thing,
She is a handsome wee thing, [...]
John Anderson, My Jo
John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent; [...]
Auld Lang Syne
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to min'? [...]
To A Mountain Daisy
Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r,
Thou 's met me in an evil hour; [...]
Halloween
Upon that night, when fairies light
On Cassilis Downans dance, [...]
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