Robert Burns Poems

  • 651.  
    CURS'D be the man, the poorest wretch in life,
    The crouching vassal to a tyrant wife! Who has no will but by her high permission,
  • 652.  
    STRAIT is the spot and green the sod
    From whence my sorrows flow; And soundly sleeps the ever dear
  • 653.  
    FOR thee is laughing Nature gay,
    For thee she pours the vernal day; For me in vain is Nature drest,
  • 654.  
    STAY my charmer, can you leave me?
    Cruel, cruel to deceive me; Well you know how much you grieve me;
  • 655.  
    ANNA, thy charms my bosom fire,
    And waste my soul with care; But ah! how bootless to admire,
  • 656.  
    THERE'S a youth in this city, it were a great pity
    That he from our lassies should wander awa'; For he's bonie and braw, weel-favor'd witha',
  • 657.  
    There was three kings unto the east,
    Three kings both great and high, And they hae sworn a solemn oath
  • 658.  
    'Husband, husband, cease your strife,
    Nor longer idly rave, Sir; Tho' I am your wedded wife
  • 659.  
    THE SOLEMN League and Covenant
    Now brings a smile, now brings a tear; But sacred Freedom, too, was theirs:
  • 660.  
    Tune - "Invercauld's Reel, or Strathspey."
    Choir. - O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,
  • 661.  
    SING on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough,
    Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain, See aged Winter, 'mid his surly reign,
  • 662.  
    DAUGHTER of Chaos' doting years,
    Nurse of ten thousand hopes and fears, Whether thy airy, insubstantial shade
  • 663.  
    O POORTITH cauld, and restless love,
    Ye wrack my peace between ye; Yet poortith a' I could forgive,
  • 664.  
    'TWAS in the seventeen hunder year
    O' grace, and ninety-five, That year I was the wae'est man
  • 665.  
    O, were my love yon lilac fair
    Wi' purple blossoms to the spring, And I a bird to shelter there,
  • 666.  
    Chorus.â??O lovely Polly Stewart,
    O charming Polly Stewart, There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May,
  • 667.  
    Chorusâ??Mally's meek, Mally's sweet,
    Mally's modest and discreet; Mally's rare, Mally's fair,
  • 668.  
    O THOU pale orb that silent shines
    While care-untroubled mortals sleep! Thou seest a wretch who inly pines.
  • 669.  
    O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
    O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? Wilt thou ride on a horse, or be drawn in a car,
  • 670.  
    BRAW, braw lads on Yarrow-braes,
    They rove amang the blooming heather; But Yarrow braes, nor Ettrick shaws
  • 671.  
    THE LADDIES by the banks o' Nith
    Wad trust his Grace 1 wi a', Jamie; But he'll sair them, as he sair'd the Kingâ??
  • 672.  
    WHEN Princes and Prelates,
    And hot-headed zealots, A' Europe had set in a low, a low,
  • 673.  
    O DEATH, had'st thou but spar'd his life,
    Whom we this day lament, We freely wad exchanged the wife,
  • 674.  
    Amang the trees, where humming bees,
    At buds and flowers were hinging, O, Auld Caledon drew out her drone,
  • 675.  
    O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody!
    The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie,
  • 676.  
    AMONG the heathy hills and ragged woods
    The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods; Till full he dashes on the rocky mounds,
  • 677.  
    O MIRK, mirk is this midnight hour,
    And loud the tempest's roar; A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tower,
  • 678.  
    TO you, sir, this summons I've sent,
    Pray, whip till the pownie is freathing; But if you demand what I want,
  • 679.  
    LAMENT him, Mauchline husbands a',
    He aften did assist ye; For had ye staid hale weeks awa,
  • 680.  
    THERE was five Carlins in the South,
    They fell upon a scheme, To send a lad to London town,
  • 681.  
    MY Sandy gied to me a ring,
    Was a' beset wi' diamonds fine; But I gied him a far better thing,
  • 682.  
    ELLISLAND, 21st Oct., 1789.WOW, but your letter made me vauntie!
    And are ye hale, and weel and cantie? I ken'd it still, your wee bit jauntie
  • 683.  
    O HAD each Scot of ancient times
    Been, Jeanie Scott, as thou art; The bravest heart on English ground
  • 684.  
    HERE cursing, swearing Burton lies,
    A buck, a beau, or "Dem my eyes!" Who in his life did little good,
  • 685.  
    FRIEND of the Poet, tried and leal,
    Wha, wanting thee, might beg or steal; Alake, alake, the meikle deil
  • 686.  
    Talk not of love, it gives me pain,
    For love has been my foe; He bound me in an iron chain,
  • 687.  
    Wee Willie Gray, and his leather wallet,
    Peel a willow wand to be him boots and jacket; The rose upon the breir will be him trews anâ?? doublet,
  • 688.  
    STILL anxious to secure your partial favour,
    And not less anxious, sure, this night, than ever, A Prologue, Epilogue, or some such matter,
  • 689.  
    WITH Pegasus upon a day,
    Apollo, weary flying, Through frosty hills the journey lay,
  • 690.  
    1 It was a' for our rightful king
    2 That we left fair Scotland's strand; 3 It was a' for our rightful king
  • 691.  
    ITHERS seek they ken na what,
    Features, carriage, and a' that; Gie me love in her I court,
  • 692.  
    On Cessnock banks a lassie dwells,
    Could I describe her shape and mien! Our lasses a' she far excels---
  • 693.  
    WHEN, by a generous Public's kind acclaim,
    That dearest meed is grantedâ??honest fame; Waen here your favour is the actor's lot,
  • 694.  
    THINE am I, my faithful Fair,
    Thine, my lovely Nancy; Ev'ry pulse along my veins,
  • 695.  
    RIGHT, sir! your text I'll prove it true,
    Tho' heretics may laugh; For instance, there's yourself just now,
  • 696.  
    YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires,
    Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs
  • 697.  
    Chorus.â??You're welcome, Willie Stewart,
    You're welcome, Willie Stewart, There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May,
  • 698.  
    1 Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
    2 Ca' them where the heather grows 3 Ca' them where the burnie rows,
  • 699.  
    FAREWEEL to a' our Scottish fame,
    Fareweel our ancient glory; Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name,
  • 700.  
    NOW westlin winds and slaught'ring guns
    Bring Autumn's pleasant weather; The moorcock springs on whirring wings
Total 973 poems written by Robert Burns

Poem of the day

A. E. Housman Poem
When Smoke Stood Up From Ludlow
 by A. E. Housman

When smoke stood up from Ludlow,
And mist blew off from Teme,
And blithe afield to ploughing
Against the morning beam
I strode beside my team,

The blackbird in the coppice
Looked out to see me stride,

Read complete poem

Popular Poets