Robert Burns: Behold, My Love, How Green The Groves:
Behold, My Love, How Green The Groves 1794 Type: Song Tune: My lodging is on the cold ground. Behold, my love, how green the groves, The primrose banks how fair; The balmy gales awake the flowers, And wave thy flowing hair. The lav’rock shuns the palace gay, And o’er the cottage sings: For Nature […]
Robert Burns: The Winter Of Life:
The Winter Of Life 1794 Type: Poem But lately seen in gladsome green, The woods rejoic’d the day, Thro’ gentle showers, the laughing flowers In double pride were gay: But now our joys are fled On winter blasts awa; Yet maiden May, in rich array, Again shall bring them a’. But my white pow, […]
Robert Burns: The Lover’s Morning Salute To His Mistress:
The Lover’s Morning Salute To His Mistress 1794 Type: Song Tune: Deil tak the wars. Sleep’st thou, or wak’st thou, fairest creature? Rosy morn now lifts his eye, Numbering ilka bud which Nature Waters wi’ the tears o’ joy. Now, to the streaming fountain, Or up the heathy mountain, The hart, hind, and roe, […]
Robert Burns: Inconstancy In Love:
Inconstancy In Love 1794 Type: Song Tune: Duncan Gray. Let not Woman e’er complain Of inconstancy in love; Let not Woman e’er complain Fickle Man is apt to rove: Look abroad thro’ Nature’s range, Nature’s mighty Law is change, Ladies, would it not seem strange Man should then a monster prove! Mark the winds, […]
Robert Burns: How Lang And Dreary Is The Night:
How Lang And Dreary Is The Night 1794 Type: Poem How lang and dreary is the night When I am frae my Dearie; I restless lie frae e’en to morn Though I were ne’er sae weary. Chorus.-For oh, her lanely nights are lang! And oh, her dreams are eerie; And oh, her window’d heart […]
Robert Burns: Saw Ye My Dear, My Philly:
Saw Ye My Dear, My Philly 1794 Type: Song Tune: When she cam’ ben she bobbit. O saw ye my Dear, my Philly? O saw ye my Dear, my Philly, She’s down i’ the grove, she’s wi’ a new Love, She winna come hame to her Willy. What says she my dear, my Philly? […]
Robert Burns: Esteem For Chloris:
Esteem For Chloris 1794 Type: Poem As, Chloris, since it may not be, That thou of love wilt hear; If from the lover thou maun flee, Yet let the friend be dear. Altho’ I love my Chloris mair Than ever tongue could tell; My passion I will ne’er declare- I’ll say, I wish thee […]
Robert Burns: Pretty Peg:
Pretty Peg 1794 Type: Poem As I gaed up by yon gate-end, When day was waxin’ weary, Wha did I meet come down the street, But pretty Peg, my dearie! Her air sae sweet, an’ shape complete, Wi’ nae proportion wanting, The Queen of Love did never move Wi’ motion mair enchanting. Wi’ linked […]
Robert Burns: On Andrew Turner:
On Andrew Turner 1794 Type: Poem In se’enteen hunder’n forty-nine, The deil gat stuff to mak a swine, An’ coost it in a corner; But wilily he chang’d his plan, An’ shap’d it something like a man, An’ ca’d it Andrew Turner. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry […]
Robert Burns: On An Innkeeper Nicknamed “The Marquis”:
On An Innkeeper Nicknamed “The Marquis” 1794 Type: Poem Here lies a mock Marquis, whose titles were shamm’d, If ever he rise, it will be to be damn’d. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and category Parallel translations, the parallel world of translating […]
Robert Burns: On A Swearing Coxcomb:
On A Swearing Coxcomb 1794 Type: Poem Here cursing, swearing Burton lies, A buck, a beau, or “Dem my eyes!” Who in his life did little good, And his last words were “Dem my blood!” ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and category […]
Robert Burns: On A Suicide:
On A Suicide 1794 Type: Poem Earth’d up, here lies an imp o’ hell, Planted by Satan’s dibble; Poor silly wretch, he’s damned himsel’, To save the Lord the trouble. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and category Parallel translations, the parallel world […]
Robert Burns: On Hearing It Asserted Falsehood: is expressed in the Rev. Dr. Babington’s very looks.
On Hearing It Asserted Falsehood is expressed in the Rev. Dr. Babington’s very looks.1794 Type: Poem That there is a falsehood in his looks, I must and will deny: They tell their Master is a knave, And sure they do not lie. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by […]
Robert Burns: On Being Shewn A Beautiful Country Seat : Belonging to the same Laird [not quite so wise as Solomon].
On Being Shewn A Beautiful Country Seat Belonging to the same Laird [not quite so wise as Solomon].1794 Type: Poem We grant they’re thine, those beauties all, So lovely in our eye; Keep them, thou eunuch, Cardoness, For others to enjoy! ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject […]
Robert Burns: Epigram On A Country Laird,: not quite so wise as Solomon.
Epigram On A Country Laird, not quite so wise as Solomon.1794 Type: Epigram 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 […]
Robert Burns: On Seeing Mrs. Kemble In Yarico:
On Seeing Mrs. Kemble In Yarico 1794 Type: Poem Kemble, thou cur’st my unbelief For Moses and his rod; At Yarico’s sweet nor of grief The rock with tears had flow’d. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and category Parallel translations, the parallel […]
Robert Burns: On Chloris: Requesting me to give her a Spring of Blossomed Thorn.
On Chloris Requesting me to give her a Spring of Blossomed Thorn.1794 Type: Poem From the white-blossom’d sloe my dear Chloris requested A sprig, her fair breast to adorn: No, by Heavens! I exclaim’d, let me perish, if ever I plant in that bosom a thorn! ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry […]
Robert Burns: To The Beautiful Miss Eliza J-N: On her Principles of Liberty and Equality.
To The Beautiful Miss Eliza J-N On her Principles of Liberty and Equality.1794 Type: Poem How, Liberty! girl, can it be by thee nam’d? Equality too! hussey, art not asham’d? Free and Equal indeed, while mankind thou enchainest, And over their hearts a proud Despot so reignest. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page […]
Robert Burns: To Dr. Maxwell: On Miss Jessy Staig’s recovery.
To Dr. Maxwell On Miss Jessy Staig’s recovery.1794 Type: Poem Maxwell, if merit here you crave, That merit I deny; You save fair Jessie from the grave!- An Angel could not die! ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and category Parallel translations, the parallel […]
Robert Burns: She Says She Loes Me Best Of A’:
She Says She Loes Me Best Of A’ 1794 Type: Song Tune: Oonagh’s Waterfall. Sae flaxen were her ringlets, Her eyebrows of a darker hue, Bewitchingly o’er-arching Twa laughing e’en o’ lovely blue; Her smiling, sae wyling. Wad make a wretch forget his woe; What pleasure, what treasure, Unto these rosy lips to grow! […]
Robert Burns: Ca’ The Yowes To The Knowes: Second Version
Ca’ The Yowes To The Knowes Second Version1794 Type: Poem Chorus.-Ca’the yowes to the knowes, Ca’ them where the heather grows, Ca’ them where the burnie rowes, My bonie Dearie. Hark the mavis’ e’ening sang, Sounding Clouden’s woods amang; Then a-faulding let us gang, My bonie Dearie. Ca’ the yowes, &c. We’ll gae down by […]
Robert Burns: On The Seas And Far Away:
On The Seas And Far Away 1794 Type: Song Tune: O’er the hills and far away. How can my poor heart be glad, When absent from my sailor lad; How can I the thought forego- He’s on the seas to meet the foe? Let me wander, let me rove, Still my heart is with […]
Robert Burns: Inscription To Miss Graham Of Fintry:
Inscription To Miss Graham Of Fintry 1794 Type: Inscription Here, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives, In sacred strains and tuneful numbers joined, Accept the gift; though humble he who gives, Rich is the tribute of the grateful mind. So may no ruffian-feeling in my breast, Discordant, jar thy bosom-chords among; But Peace attune […]
Robert Burns: Ode For General Washington’s Birthday :
Ode For General Washington’s Birthday 1794 Type: Ode No Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Aeolian I awake; ‘Tis liberty’s bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, let me take! See gathering thousands, while I sing, A broken chain exulting bring, And dash it in a tyrant’s face, And dare him to his […]
Robert Burns: It Was A’ For Our Rightfu’ King:
It Was A’ For Our Rightfu’ King 1794 Type: Poem It was a’ for our rightfu’ King We left fair Scotland’s strand; It was a’ for our rightfu’ King We e’er saw Irish land, my dear, We e’er saw Irish land. Now a’ is done that men can do, And a’ is done in […]
Robert Burns: The Highland Widow’s Lament :
The Highland Widow’s Lament 1794 Type: Poem Oh I am come to the low Countrie, Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie! Without a penny in my purse, To buy a meal to me. It was na sae in the Highland hills, Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie! Nae woman in the Country wide, Sae happy was as me. For then […]
Robert Burns: The Highland Balou:
The Highland Balou 1794 Type: Poem Hee balou, my sweet wee Donald, Picture o’ the great Clanronald; Brawlie kens our wanton Chief Wha gat my young Highland thief. Leeze me on thy bonie craigie, An’ thou live, thou’ll steal a naigie, Travel the country thro’ and thro’, And bring hame a Carlisle cow. Thro’ […]
Robert Burns: Bannocks O’ Bear Meal:
Bannocks O’ Bear Meal 1794 Type: Poem Chorus-Bannocks o’ bear meal, Bannocks o’ barley, Here’s to the Highlandman’s Bannocks o’ barley! Wha, in a brulyie, will First cry a parley? Never the lads wi’ the Bannocks o’ barley, Bannocks o’ bear meal, &c. Wha, in his wae days, Were loyal to Charlie? Wha but […]
Robert Burns: Charlie, He’s My Darling:
Charlie, He’s My Darling 1794 Type: Poem ‘Twas on a Monday morning, Right early in the year, That Charlie came to our town, The young Chevalier. Chorus-An’ Charlie, he’s my darling, My darling, my darling, Charlie, he’s my darling, The young Chevalier. As he was walking up the street, The city for to view, […]
Robert Burns: The Lovely Lass O’ Inverness:
The Lovely Lass O’ Inverness 1794 Type: Poem The lovely lass o’ Inverness, Nae joy nor pleasure can she see; For, e’en to morn she cries, alas! And aye the saut tear blin’s her e’e. “Drumossie moor, Drumossie day- A waefu’ day it was to me! For there I lost my father dear, My […]
Robert Burns: Sonnet On The Death Of Robert Riddell: Of Glenriddell and Friars’ Carse.
Sonnet On The Death Of Robert Riddell Of Glenriddell and Friars’ Carse.1794 Type: Sonnet 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, More welcome were to me grim Winter’s wildest roar. How can ye charm, ye flowers, with […]
Robert Burns: On John Bushby, Esq., Tinwald Downs:
On John Bushby, Esq., Tinwald Downs 1794 Type: Poem Here lies John Bushby-honest man, Cheat him, Devil-if you can! ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and category Parallel translations, the parallel world of translating poetry Poetry in Russian (youd have to select Russian in […]
Robert Burns: On Wm. Graham, Esq., Of Mossknowe:
On Wm. Graham, Esq., Of Mossknowe 1794 Type: Poem “Stop thief!” dame Nature call’d to Death, As Willy drew his latest breath; How shall I make a fool again? My choicest model thou hast ta’en. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and category […]
Robert Burns: On Capt. Lascelles:
On Capt. Lascelles 1794 Type: Poem When Lascelles thought fit from this world to depart, Some friends warmly thought of embalming his heart; A bystander whispers- “Pray don’t make so much o’t, The subject is poison, no reptile will touch it.” ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by […]
Robert Burns: Epitaph On A Noted Coxcomb: Capt. Wm. Roddirk, of Corbiston.
Epitaph On A Noted Coxcomb Capt. Wm. Roddirk, of Corbiston.1794 Type: Epitaph Light lay the earth on Billy’s breast, His chicken heart so tender; But build a castle on his head, His scull will prop it under. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and […]
Robert Burns: Epistle From Esopus To Maria :
Epistle From Esopus To Maria 1794 Type: Epistle 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 […]
Robert Burns: Epitaph For Mr. Walter Riddell:
Epitaph For Mr. Walter Riddell 1794 Type: Epitaph Sic a reptile was Wat, sic a miscreant slave, That the worms ev’n damn’d him when laid in his grave; “In his flesh there’s a famine,” a starved reptile cries, “And his heart is rank poison!” another replies. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page […]
Robert Burns: Pinned To Mrs. Walter Riddell’s Carriage:
Pinned To Mrs. Walter Riddell’s Carriage 1794 Type: Poem If you rattle along like your Mistress’ tongue, Your speed will outrival the dart; But a fly for your load, you’ll break down on the road, If your stuff be as rotten’s her heart. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland […]
Robert Burns: The Epitaph:
The Epitaph 1794 Type: Epitaph Here lies, now a prey to insulting neglect, What once was a butterfly, gay in life’s beam: Want only of wisdom denied her respect, Want only of goodness denied her esteem. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and […]
Robert Burns: Monody: On a lady famed for her Caprice.
Monody On a lady famed for her Caprice.1794 Type: Poem How cold is that bosom which folly once fired, How pale is that cheek where the rouge lately glisten’d; How silent that tongue which the echoes oft tired, How dull is that ear which to flatt’ry so listen’d! If sorrow and anguish their exit await, […]