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, […]
Robert Burns: The Flowery Banks Of Cree:
The Flowery Banks Of Cree 1794 Type: Poem Here is the glen, and here the bower All underneath the birchen shade; The village-bell has told the hour, O what can stay my lovely maid? ‘Tis not Maria’s whispering call; ‘Tis but the balmy breathing gale, Mixt with some warbler’s dying fall, The dewy star […]
Robert Burns: Young Jamie, Pride Of A’ The Plain:
Young Jamie, Pride Of A’ The Plain 1794 Type: Song Tune: The Carlin of the Glen. Young Jamie, pride of a’ the plain, Sae gallant and sae gay a swain, Thro’ a’ our lasses he did rove, And reign’d resistless King of Love. But now, wi’ sighs and starting tears, He strays amang the […]
Robert Burns: A Red, Red Rose: [Hear Red, Red Rose]
A Red, Red Rose [Hear Red, Red Rose]1794 Type: Poem O my Luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June: O my Luve’s like the melodie, That’s sweetly play’d in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, […]
Robert Burns: A Vision:
A Vision 1794 Type: Poem As I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa’flower scents the dewy air, Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower, And tells the midnight moon her care. The winds were laid, the air was still, The stars they shot alang the sky; The fox was howling on […]
Robert Burns: The Minstrel At Lincluden:
The Minstrel At Lincluden 1794 Type: Song Tune: Cumnock Psalms. As I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa’flow’r scents the dery air, Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower, And tells the midnight moon her care. Chorus-A lassie all alone, was making her moan, Lamenting our lads beyond the sea: In […]
Robert Burns: A Fiddler In The North:
A Fiddler In The North 1794 Type: Song Tune: The King o’ France he rade a race. Amang the trees, where humming bees, At buds and flowers were hinging, O, Auld Caledon drew out her drone, And to her pipe was singing, O: ‘Twas Pibroch, Sang, Strathspeys, and Reels, She dirl’d them aff fu’ […]
Robert Burns: Wilt Thou Be My Dearie?:
Wilt Thou Be My Dearie? 1794 Type: Song Tune: The Sutor’s Dochter. Wilt thou be my Dearie? When Sorrow wring thy gentle heart, O wilt thou let me cheer thee! By the treasure of my soul, That’s the love I bear thee: I swear and vow that only thou Shall ever be my Dearie! […]
Robert Burns: Remorseful Apology:
Remorseful Apology 1794 Type: Poem The friend whom, wild from Wisdom’s way, The fumes of wine infuriate send, (Not moony madness more astray) Who but deplores that hapless friend? Mine was th’ insensate frenzied part, Ah! why should I such scenes outlive? Scenes so abhorrent to my heart!- ‘Tis thine to pity and forgive. […]
Robert Burns: Complimentary Epigram On Maria Riddell:
Complimentary Epigram On Maria Riddell 1793 Type: Epigram “Praise Woman still,” his lordship roars, “Deserv’d or not, no matter?” But thee, whom all my soul adores, Ev’n Flattery cannot flatter: Maria, all my thought and dream, Inspires my vocal shell; The more I praise my lovely theme, The more the truth I tell. ————- […]
Robert Burns: Address Spoken by Miss Fontenelle on her Benefit Night, December 4th, 1793, at the Theatre, Dumfries.:
Address Spoken by Miss Fontenelle on her Benefit Night, December 4th, 1793, at the Theatre, Dumfries. 1793 Type: Address Still anxious to secure your partial favour, And not less anxious, sure, this night, than ever, A Prologue, Epilogue, or some such matter, ‘Twould vamp my bill, said I, if nothing better; So sought a […]
Robert Burns: My Spouse Nancy:
My Spouse Nancy 1793 Type: Song Tune: My Jo Janet. “Husband, husband, cease your strife, Nor longer idly rave, Sir; Tho’ I am your wedded wife Yet I am not your slave, Sir.” “One of two must still obey, Nancy, Nancy; Is it Man or Woman, say, My spouse Nancy?’ “If ’tis still the […]
Robert Burns: On Mrs. Riddell’s Birthday:
On Mrs. Riddell’s Birthday 1793 Type: Poem Old Winter, with his frosty beard, Thus once to Jove his prayer preferred: “What have I done of all the year, To bear this hated doom severe? My cheerless suns no pleasure know; Night’s horrid car drags, dreary slow; My dismal months no joys are crowning, But […]
Robert Burns: Thine Am I, My Faithful Fair:
Thine Am I, My Faithful Fair 1793 Type: Song Tune: The Quaker’s Wife. Thine am I, my faithful Fair, Thine, my lovely Nancy; Ev’ry pulse along my veins, Ev’ry roving fancy. To thy bosom lay my heart, There to throb and languish; Tho’ despair had wrung its core, That would heal its anguish. Take […]
Robert Burns: Deluded Swain, The Pleasure:
Deluded Swain, The Pleasure 1793 Type: Song Tune: The Collier’s Dochter. Deluded swain, the pleasure The fickle Fair can give thee, Is but a fairy treasure, Thy hopes will soon deceive thee: The billows on the ocean, The breezes idly roaming, The cloud’s uncertain motion, They are but types of Woman. O art thou […]
Robert Burns: Where Are The Joys I have Met?:
Where Are The Joys I have Met? 1793 Type: Song Tune: Saw ye my father. Where are the joys I have met in the morning, That danc’d to the lark’s early song? Where is the peace that awaited my wand’ring, At evening the wild-woods among? No more a winding the course of yon river, […]
Robert Burns: Thou Hast Left Me Ever, Jamie:
Thou Hast Left Me Ever, Jamie 1793 Type: Song Tune: Fee him, father, fee him. Thou hast left me ever, Jamie, Thou hast left me ever; Thou has left me ever, Jamie, Thou hast left me ever: Aften hast thou vow’d that Death Only should us sever; Now thou’st left thy lass for aye- […]
Robert Burns: Down The Burn, Davie:
Down The Burn, Davie 1793 Type: Poem As down the burn they took their way, And thro’ the flowery dale; His cheek to hers he aft did lay, And love was aye the tale: With “Mary, when shall we return, Sic pleasure to renew?” Quoth Mary-“Love, I like the burn, And aye shall follow […]
Robert Burns: Behold The Hour, The Boat Arrive:
Behold The Hour, The Boat Arrive 1793 Type: Poem Behold the hour, the boat arrive; Thou goest, the darling of my heart; Sever’d from thee, can I survive, But Fate has will’d and we must part. I’ll often greet the surging swell, Yon distant Isle will often hail: “E’en here I took the last […]
Robert Burns: Robert Bruce’s March To Bannockburn:
Robert Bruce’s March To Bannockburn 1793 Type: Poem Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to Victorie! Now’s the day, and now’s the hour; See the front o’ battle lour; See approach proud Edward’s power- Chains and Slaverie! Wha will be a traitor […]
Robert Burns: Dainty Davie:
Dainty Davie 1793 Type: Poem Now rosy May comes in wi’ flowers, To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers; And now comes in the happy hours, To wander wi’ my Davie. Chorus.-Meet me on the warlock knowe, Dainty Davie, Dainty Davie; There I’ll spend the day wi’ you, My ain dear Dainty Davie. The crystal […]
Robert Burns: Come, Let Me Take Thee To My Breast:
Come, Let Me Take Thee To My Breast 1793 Type: Poem Come, let me take thee to my breast, And pledge we ne’er shall sunder; And I shall spurn as vilest dust The world’s wealth and grandeur: And do I hear my Jeanie own That equal transports move her? I ask for dearest life […]
Robert Burns: Phillis The Queen O’ The Fair:
Phillis The Queen O’ The Fair 1793 Type: Song Tune: The Muckin o’ Geordie’s Byre. Adown winding Nith I did wander, To mark the sweet flowers as they spring; Adown winding Nith I did wander, Of Phillis to muse and to sing. Chorus.-Awa’ wi’ your belles and your beauties, They never wi’ her can […]