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Robert Burns 25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796 Poetry Listing Read More About Robert Burns below poetry list Poem Title First Lines Period # Lines # Reads 1: 'Twas Na Her Bonnie Blue Een. Twas na her bonnie blue een was my ruin; 12 675 2: A Bard's Epitaph. Is there a whim-inspired fool, 30 818 3: A Dedication To Gavin Hamilton, Esq. Expect na, Sir, in this narration, 134 652 4: A Dream. Thoughts, words, and deeds, the statute blames with reason; 135 765 5: A Fragment. One night as I did wander, 8 735 6: A Grace Before Dinner. O thou, who kindly dost provide 9 672 7: A Grace Before Meat. O thou in whom we live and move, 8 626 8: A Grace. Lord, we thank and thee adore, 4 681 9: A Mother's Lament For The Death Of Her Son. Fate gave the word, the arrow sped, 16 768 10: A Prayer - In The Prospect Of Death. O Thou unknown, Almighty Cause 20 677 11: A Prayer, Under The Pressure Of Violent Anguish. O Thou Great Being! what Thou art 16 602 12: A Red, Red Rose. O, my luve's like a red, red rose, 16 863 13: A Rose-Bud By My Early Walk. A rose-bud by my early walk, 24 815 14: A Vision. As I stood by yon roofless tower, 32 692 15: A Winter Night. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are 96 676 16: Address Of Beelzebub To The President Of The Highland Society. Long life, my Lord, an' health be yours, 62 557 17: Address To An Illegitimate Child. Thou's welcome, wean, mischanter fa' me, 36 677 18: Address To Edinburgh. Edina! Scotia's darling seat! 64 688 19: Address To The Deil O thou! whatever title suit thee, 126 696 20: Address To The Shade Of Thomson, On Crowning His Bust At Ednam With Bays. While virgin Spring, by Eden's flood, 20 548 21: Address To The Toothache. My curse upon thy venom'd stang, 36 622 22: Address To The Unco Guid, Or The Rigidly Righteous. My son, these maxims make a rule, 64 692 23: Address To The Wood-Lark. O stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay! 16 647 24: Address, Spoken By Miss Fontenelle On Her Benefit Night. Still anxious to secure your partial favour, 43 696 25: Adown Winding Nith. Adown winding Nith I did wander, 32 617 26: Ae Fond Kiss. Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; 24 719 27: Ah, Chloris, Since It May Na Be. Ah, Chloris, since it may na be, 12 601 28: Amang The Trees. Amang the trees, where humming bees 16 637 29: Anna, Thy Charms. Anna, thy charms my bosom fire, 8 598 30: Answer To A Poetical Epistle Sent To The Author By A Tailor. What ails ye now, ye lousie b----h, 42 603 31: As I Was A-Wand'Ring. As I was a-wand'ring ae midsummer e'enin', 20 634 32: Auld Lang Syne. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 28 598 33: Auld Rob Morris. There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, 20 671 34: Bannockburn. Robert Bruce's Address To His Army. (Second Version.) Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, 24 610 35: Bannocks O' Barley. Bannocks o' bear meal, Bannocks o' barley; 16 573 36: Behold The Hour. Behold the hour, the boat arrive; 16 600 37: Bess And Her Spinning-Wheel. O leeze me on my spinning-wheel, 32 805 38: Beware O' Bonnie Ann. Ye gallants bright, I red ye right, 16 653 39: Blithe Was She. Blithe, blithe and merry was she, 24 714 40: Blooming Nelly. On a bank of flowers, in a summer day, 32 611 41: Blythe Hae I Been. Blythe hae I been on yon hill 16 646 42: Bonnie Jean. There was a lass, and she was fair, 48 600 43: Bonnie Lassie, Will Ye Go. Bonnie lassie, will ye go, 28 619 44: Bonnie Lesley. O saw ye bonnie Lesley 24 662 45: Bonnie Peg. As I came in by our gate end, 12 618 46: Bonnie Peggy Alison. I'll kiss thee yet, yet, An' I'll kiss thee o'er again; 20 592 47: Braving Angry Winter's Storms. Where, braving angry winter's storms, 16 633 48: Braw Lads Of Galla Water. Braw, braw lads of Galla Water; 20 561 49: Bruce To His Men At Bannockburn. (First Version.) Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, 24 641 50: But Lately Seen. But lately seen in gladsome green, 16 529 51: By Allan Stream. By Allan stream I chanced to rove 24 540 52: Ca' The Ewes. Ca' the ewes to the knowes, 32 656 53: Ca' The Yowes. Ca' the yowes to the knowes, 28 647 54: Caledonia. There was once a day - but old Time then was young 48 781 55: Caledonia. Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon, 16 673 56: Canst Thou Leave Me Thus. Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy? 16 664 57: Cassillis' Banks. Now bank an' brae are claith'd in green, 16 569 58: Chloe. It was the charming month of May, 24 631 59: Chloris. My Chloris, mark how green the groves, 24 702 60: Chloris. Why, why tell thy lover, 8 628 61: Cock Up Your Beaver. When first my brave Johnnie lad 16 599 62: Come Boat Me O'Er To Charlie. Come boat me o'er, come row me o'er, 20 654 63: Come Down The Back Stairs. O whistle, and I'll come To you, my lad; 16 565 64: Come, Let Me Take Thee. Come, let me take thee to my breast, 16 579 65: Coming Through The Rye. Coming through the rye, poor body, 20 614 66: Contented Wi' Little. Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair, 16 630 67: Country Lassie. In simmer, when the hay was mawn, 40 583 68: Craigie-Burn Wood. Sweet fa's the eve on Craigie-burn, 16 653 69: Dainty Davie. Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers, 24 645 70: Death And Dr. Hornbook. - A True Story. Some books are lies frae end to end, 186 600 71: Delia. - An Ode. Fair the face of orient day, 16 551 72: Deluded Swain, The Pleasure. Deluded swain, the pleasure 16 519 73: Despondency. - An Ode. Oppress'd with grief, oppress'd with care, 70 658 74: Duncan Gray. Duncan Gray cam here to woo, 40 604 75: Elegy On Miss Burnet, Of Monboddo. Life ne'er exulted in so rich a prize 28 528 76: Elegy On The Death Of Robert Ruisseaux. Now Robin lies in his last lair, 18 618 77: Elegy On The Year 1788 A Sketch. For Lords or Kings I dinna mourn, 39 585 78: Eliza. From thee, Eliza, I must go, 16 585 79: Epistle From Esopus To Maria. From those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, 81 564 80: Epistle To A Young Friend. - May, 1786. I lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend, 88 560 81: Epistle To Hugh Parker. In this strange land, this uncouth clime, 44 604 82: Epistle To J. Rankine, Enclosing Some Poems. O rough, rude, ready-witted Rankine, 78 577 83: Epistle To Major Logan. Hail, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! 84 561 84: Epistle To Robert Graham, Esq. Of Fintray: On The Close Of The Disputed Election Between Sir James Johnstone And Captain Miller, For The Dumfries District Of Boroughs. Fintray, my stay in worldly strife, 120 524 85: Epistle To William Creech. Auld chukie Reekie's sair distrest, 72 667 86: Epitaph On Holy Willie. Here Holy Willie's sair worn clay 20 656 87: Epitaph On William Nicol. Ye maggots, feast on Nicol's brain, 4 598 88: Epitaph. Here brewer Gabriel's fire's extinct, 4 544 89: Eppie Adair. An' O! my Eppie, My jewel, my Eppie! 16 540 90: Extempore In The Court Of Session. He clench'd his pamphlets in his fist, 16 655 91: Extempore Pinned On A Lady's Couch. If you rattle along like your mistress's tongue, 4 580 92: Fair Eliza. Turn again, thou fair Eliza, 24 667 93: Fair Jeany. Where are the joys I have met in the morning, 20 604 94: Fairest Maid On Devon Banks. Fairest maid on Devon banks, 16 585 95: Farewell, Thou Stream. Farewell, thou stream that winding flows 24 569 96: First Epistle To Davie, - A Brother Poet While winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, 154 647 97: First Epistle To Robert Graham, Esq. Of Fintray. When Nature her great master-piece designed, 97 596 98: First When Maggy Was My Care. First when Maggy was my care, 16 575 99: Flow Gently, Sweet Afton. Flow gently, sweet Afton! among thy green braes, 24 683 100: For Gavin Hamilton. The poor man weeps, here Gavin sleeps, 4 553 101: Forlorn, My Love, No Comfort Near. Forlorn, my love, no comfort near, 24 567 102: Frae The Friends And Land I Love. Frae the friends and land I love, 16 552 103: Fragment Inscribed To The Right Hon. C.J. Fox. How wisdom and folly meet, mix, and unite; 50 576 104: Galla Water. There's braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes, 16 583 105: Gane Is The Day. Gane is the day, and mirk's the night, 20 737 106: Gloomy December. Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December! 16 656 107: Gudeen To You, Kimmer. Gudeen to you, Kimmer, And how do ye do? 31 507 108: Had I A Cave. Had I a cave on some wild, distant shore, 12 628 109: Had I The Wyte. Had I the wyte, had I the wyte, 32 582 110: Halloween.[1] Upon that night, when fairies light 252 611 111: Handsome Nell. O once I lov'd a bonnie lass, 28 594 112: Hee Balou. Hee balou! my sweet wee Donald, 12 510 113: Her Daddie Forbad. Her daddie forbad, her minnie forbad; 16 596 114: Her Flowing Locks. Her flowing locks, the raven's wing, 8 563 115: Here Is The Glen. Here is the glen, and here the bower, 16 611 116: Here's A Bottle And An Honest Friend! Here's a bottle and an honest friend! 8 547 117: Here's A Health. Here's a health to them that's awa, 32 581 118: Here's His Health In Water. Altho' my back be at the wa' 12 554 119: Here's To Thy Health, My Bonnie Lass. Here's to thy health, my bonnie lass, 32 575 120: Hey For A Lass Wi' A Tocher. Awa wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms, 20 560 121: Hey, The Dusty Miller Hey, the dusty miller, 16 556 122: Highland Mary. Ye banks, and braes, and streams around 32 599 123: Holy Willie's Prayer. O thou, wha in the heavens dost dwell, 96 573 124: How Can I Be Blythe And Glad? O how can I be blythe and glad, 30 578 125: How Cruel Are The Parents. How cruel are the parents 16 603 126: How Lang And Dreary Is The Night. How lang and dreary is the night, 20 525 127: How Long And Dreary Is The Night. How long and dreary is the night 18 544 128: Husband, Husband. Husband, husband, cease your strife, 32 562 129: I Am My Mammy's Ae Bairn. I am my mammy's ae bairn, 20 686 130: I Do Confess Thou Art Sae Fair. I do confess thou art sae fair, 16 595 131: I Dream'd I Lay. I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing 16 584 132: I Gaed A Waefu' Gate Yestreen. I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen, 16 559 133: I Murder Hate. I murder hate by field or flood, 8 562 134: I'll Ay Ca' In By Yon Town. I'll ay ca' in by yon town, 16 498 135: Impromptu, On Mrs. R----'s Birthday. Old Winter, with his frosty beard, 16 514 136: Impromptu, To Miss Ainslie. Fair maid, you need not take the hint, 4 535 137: Impromptu. You're welcome, Willie Stewart, 12 548 138: Inscription On A Goblet. There's death in the cup, sae beware! 4 483 139: Inscription. On The Headstone Of Fergusson. No sculptured marble here, nor pompous lay, 8 504 140: Is There, For Honest Poverty. Is there, for honest poverty, 40 542 141: It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face. It is na, Jean, thy bonnie face, 16 520 142: Jamie, Come Try Me. Jamie, come try me, If thou would win my love, 16 655 143: Jessie. True hearted was he, the sad swain o' the Yarrow, 16 512 144: Jessy Lewars. Talk not to me of savages 8 537 145: Jessy. Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear; 20 563 146: Jockey's Ta'En The Parting Kiss. Jockey's ta'en the parting kiss, 16 544 147: John Anderson. John Anderson, my jo, John, 16 525 148: John Barleycorn: A Ballad. There were three kings into the east, 60 536 149: Lady Mary Ann. O, Lady Mary Ann Looks o'er the castle wa', 40 597 150: Lady Onlie. A' the lads o' Thornie-bank, 16 587 151: Lament For James, Earl Of Glencairn. The wind blew hollow frae the hills, 80 531 152: Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of Spring. Now Nature hangs her mantle green 56 512 153: Lament, Occasioned By The Unfortunate Issue Of A Friend's Amour. O thou pale orb, that silent shines, 80 543 154: Landlady, Count The Lawin. Landlady, count the lawin, 18 561 155: Lassie Wi' The Lint-White Locks. Lassie wi' the lint-white locks, 24 523 156: Last May A Braw Wooer. Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen, 40 504 157: Let Not Woman E'er Complain. Let not woman e'er complain 16 470 158: Letter To James Tennant, Of Glenconner. Auld comrade dear, and brither sinner, 71 787 159: Liberty. - A Fragment. Thee, Caledonia, thy wild heaths among, 14 467 160: Lines Intended To Be Written Under A Noble Earl's Picture. Whose is that noble dauntless brow? 16 486 161: Lines On Meeting With Lord Daer. This wot ye all whom it concerns, 42 496 162: Lines On Mrs. Kemble. Kemble, thou cur'st my unbelief 4 525 163: Lines On Stirling. Here Stuarts once in glory reign'd, 8 492 164: Lines Sent To Sir John Whitefoord, Bart., Of Whitefoord. With The Foregoing Poem. Thou, who thy honour as thy God rever'st, 8 489 165: Lines To John Rankine. He who of Rankine sang lies stiff and dead, 3 632 166: Lines Written On A Bank-Note. Wae worth thy power, thou cursed leaf 12 579 167: Lines Written On A Window Of The Globe Tavern, Dumfries. The greybeard, old Wisdom, may boast of his treasures, 4 565 168: Lines Written On A Window. Ye men of wit and wealth, why all this sneering 6 485 169: Lines Written Under The Picture Of The Celebrated Miss Burns. Cease, ye prudes, your envious railings, 4 526 170: Lines, Sent To A Gentleman Whom He Had Offended. The friend whom wild from wisdom's way, 8 559 171: Logan Water. O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide, 32 542 172: Lord Gregory. O mirk, mirk is this midnight hour, 24 503 173: Louis, What Reck I By Thee. Louis, what reck I by thee, 8 485 174: Lovely Davies. O how shall I, unskilfu', try 32 525 175: Lovely Polly Stewart. O lovely Polly Stewart! 16 453 176: Luckless Fortune. O raging fortune's withering blast 12 536 177: Lying At A Reverend Friend's House On Night, The Author Left The Following Verses In The Room Where He Slept. O thou dread Power, who reign'st above! 24 565 178: Macpherson's Farewell. Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong, 28 580 179: Man Was Made To Mourn. - A Dirge. When chill November's surly blast 88 540 180: Mark Yonder Pomp. Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion 24 527 181: Mary Morison. O Mary, at thy window be, 24 521 182: Mary! Powers celestial! whose protection 16 590 183: Meg O' The Mill. O ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten? 16 499 184: Meikle Thinks My Luve. O Meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty, 15 564 185: Menie. Again rejoicing nature sees 36 593 186: Merry Hae I Been Teethin' A Heckle. O merry hae I been teethin' a heckle, 16 492 187: Monody, On A Lady Famed For Her Caprice. How cold is that bosom which folly once fired, 24 557 188: Montgomery's Peggy. Altho' my bed were in yon muir, 12 514 189: Musing On The Roaring Ocean. Musing on the roaring ocean, 16 548 190: My Ain Kind Dearie O. When o'er the hill the eastern star 24 546 191: My Bonnie Mary. Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, 16 529 192: My Collier Laddie. Where live ye, my bonnie lass? 36 604 193: My Father Was A Farmer. My father was a farmer 72 521 194: My Harry Was A Gallant Gay. My Harry was a gallant gay, 20 526 195: My Heart Is A-Breaking, Dear Tittie. My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie! 32 474 196: My Heart Was Ance. My heart was ance as blythe and free 32 533 197: My Heart's In The Highlands. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; 16 510 198: My Hoggie. What will I do gin my Hoggie die? 16 513 199: My Jean! Though cruel fate should bid us part, 8 483 200: My Lady's Gown, There's Gairs Upon'T. My lady's gown, there's gairs upon't, 28 468 201: My Love She's But A Lassie Yet. My love she's but a lassie yet, 16 607 202: My Nannie's Awa. Now in her green mantle blythe nature arrays, 16 567 203: My Peggy's Face. My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form, 16 478 204: Naebody. I hae a wife o' my ain, 16 592 205: Nancy. Thine am I, my faithful fair, 16 549 206: Nannie. Behind yon hills, where Lugar flows, 32 561 207: Nature's Law. - A Poem Humbly Inscribed To G. H. Esq. Let other heroes boast their scars, 48 604 208: Nithsdale's Welcome Hame. The noble Maxwells and their powers 16 522 209: Now Spring Has Clad The Grove In Green. To Mr. Cunningham. Now spring has clad the grove in green, 40 486 210: O Ay My Wife She Dang Me. O ay my wife she dang me, 16 601 211: O Bonnie Was Yon Rosy Brier. O Bonnie was yon rosy brier, 16 594 212: O Gude Ale Comes. O gude ale comes, and gude ale goes, 13 523 213: O Kenmure's On And Awa. O Kenmure's on and awa, Willie! 24 541 214: O Lassie, Art Thou Sleeping Yet. O Lassie, art thou sleeping yet, 20 536 215: O Lay Thy Loof In Mine, Lass. O lay thy loof in mine, lass, 16 568 216: O Leave Novels. O leave novels, ye Mauchline belles, 16 547 217: O Luve Will Venture In. O luve will venture in 56 582 218: O Mally's Meek, Mally's Sweet. O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet, 20 555 219: O May, Thy Morn. O May, thy morn was ne'er sae sweet 16 464 220: O Philly, Happy Be That Day. O Philly, happy be that day, 40 485 221: O Poortith Cauld. O poortith cauld, and restless love, 28 506 222: O Saw Ye My Dearie. O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie M'Nab? 16 553 223: O Steer Her Up. O steer her up and haud her gaun 16 502 224: O Tell Na Me O' Wind And Rain. O tell na me o' wind and rain, 24 542 225: O Were I On Parnassus Hill. O, were I on Parnassus' hill! 24 540 226: O Wha Is She That Loves Me. O wha is she that lo'es me, 28 660 227: O Whar Did Ye Get O, whar did ye get that hauver meal bannock? 16 562 228: O Whistle, And I'll Come To You. O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad, 23 535 229: O Willie Brew'd. O, Willie brew'd a peck o' maut, 24 467 230: O, For Ane-And-Twenty, Tam! An O, for ane-and-twenty, Tam, 20 513 231: O, Wat Ye Wha's In Yon Town. O, wat ye wha's in yon town, 40 449 232: Ode Sacred To The Memory Of Mrs. Oswald, Of Auchencruive. Dweller in yon dungeon dark, 31 493 233: Of A' The Airts The Wind Can Blaw Of a' the airts the wind can blaw, 32 528 234: Oh, Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast. Oh, wert thou in the cauld blast, 16 450 235: On A Celebrated Ruling Elder. Here souter Hood in death does sleep; 4 527 236: On A Country Laird. Bless Jesus Christ, O Cardoness, 8 472 237: On A Friend. An honest man here lies at rest 8 534 238: On A Henpecked Country Squire. As father Adam first was fool'd, 4 533 239: On A Noisy Polemic. Below thir stanes lie Jamie's banes: 4 508 240: On A Noted Coxcomb. Light lay the earth on Willy's breast, 4 493 241: On A Person Nicknamed The Marquis. Here lies a mock Marquis, whose titles were shamm'd; 2 470 242: On A Schoolmaster. Here lie Willie Michie's banes; 4 579 243: On A Scotch Bard, Gone To The West Indies. A' ye wha live by sowps o' drink, 60 539 244: On A Suicide. Earth'd up here lies an imp o' hell, 4 537 245: On A Wag In Mauchline. Lament him, Mauchline husbands a', 8 506 246: On Captain Francis Grose. The devil got notice that Grose was a-dying, 6 490 247: On Captain Grose's Peregrinations Through Scotland, Collecting The Antiquities Of That Kingdom. Hear, Land o' Cakes and brither Scots, 60 449 248: On Captain Matthew Henderson, A Gentleman Who Held The Patent For His Honours Immediately From Almighty God. But now his radiant course is run, 128 548 249: On Cessnock Banks. On Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; 56 484 250: On Chloris Being Ill. Long, long the night, Heavy comes the morrow, 20 497 251: On Elphinston's Translations. Of Martial's Epigrams. O thou, whom poesy abhors, 4 510 252: On John Bushby. Here lies John Bushby, honest man! 2 611 253: On John Dove, Innkeeper, Mauchline. Here lies Johnny Pidgeon; 12 592 254: On Miss Jean Scott. Oh! had each Scot of ancient times, 4 494 255: On Miss Jessy Lewars. Say, sages, what's the charm on earth 4 583 256: On R.A., Esq. Know thou, O stranger to the fame 4 467 257: On Reading In A Newspaper The Death Of John M'Leod, Esq. Brother To A Young Lady, A Particular Friend Of The Author's. Sad thy tale, thou idle page, 28 568 258: On Robert Riddel. To Riddel, much-lamented man, 4 678 259: On Scaring Some Water-Fowl In Loch-Turit. Why, ye tenants of the lake, 40 484 260: On Seeing A Wounded Hare Limp By Me, Which A Fellow Had Just Shot. Inhuman man! curse on thy barb'rous art, 16 536 261: On Seeing Miss Fontenelle In A Favourite Character. Sweet naiveté of feature, 8 539 262: On Seeing The Beautiful Seat Of Lord Galloway. What dost thou in that mansion fair? 4 511 263: On Sensibility. To My Dear And Much Honoured Friend, Mrs. Dunlop, Of Dunlop. Sensibility how charming, 16 449 264: On The Author's Father. O ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains, 8 517 265: On The Birth Of A Posthumous Child. Sweet flow'ret, pledge o' meikle love, 24 514 266: On The Blank Leaf Of A Work By Hannah More. Presented By Mrs C----. Thou flattering work of friendship kind, 14 459 267: On The Death Of A Lap-Dog, Named Echo. In wood and wild, ye warbling throng, 8 468 268: On The Death Of Robert Dundas, Esq., Of Arniston, Late Lord President Of The Court Of Session. Lone on the bleaky hills the straying flocks 40 513 269: On The Death Of Sir James Hunter Blair. The lamp of day, with ill-presaging glare, 44 507 270: On The Recovery Of Jessy Lewars. But rarely seen since Nature's birth, 4 517 271: On The Same. (On A Henpecked Country Squire.) O Death, hadst thou but spared his life, 8 499 272: On The Same. (On A Henpecked Country Squire.) One Queen Artemisia, as old stories tell, 8 474 273: On The Same. (On Seeing The Beautiful Seat Of Lord Galloway.) No Stewart art thou, Galloway, 4 493 274: On The Same. (On Seeing The Beautiful Seat Of Lord Galloway.) Bright ran thy line, O Galloway, 4 499 275: On The Seas And Far Away. How can my poor heart be glad, 40 532 276: On Wat. Sic a reptile was Wat, Sic a miscreant slave, 8 521 277: On Wee Johnny. Hic Jacet Wee Johnny. Whoe'er thou art, O reader, know, 4 514 278: On William Smellie. Shrewd Willie Smellie to Crochallan came, 8 492 279: Open The Door To Me, Oh! Oh, open the door, some pity to show, 16 620 280: Our Thrissles Flourished Fresh And Fair. Awa Whigs, awa! Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns, 24 512 281: Out Over The Forth. Out over the Forth I look to the north, 8 485 282: Peg Nicholson. Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare, 16 505 283: Peg-A-Ramsey. Cauld is the e'enin' blast 12 489 284: Peggy. Now westlin winds and slaughtering guns 40 521 285: Phillis The Fair. While larks with little wing 24 484 286: Poem On Life, Addressed To Colonel De Peyster. Dumfries, 1796. My honoured colonel, deep I feel 48 563 287: Poem On Pastoral Poetry. Hail Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! 54 500 288: Poem, Addressed To Mr. Mitchell, Collector Of Excise. Dumfries, 1796. Friend of the Poet, tried and leal, 30 544 289: Poetical Address To Mr. W. Tytler, With The Present Of The Bard's Picture. Revered defender of beauteous Stuart, 32 493 290: Poetical Inscription For An Altar To Independence. Thou of an independent mind, 7 496 291: Poor Mailie's Elegy. Lament in rhyme, lament in prose, 48 547 292: Prayer For Adam Armour. Lord, pity me, for I am little, 42 477 293: Prologue Spoken By Mr. Woods On His Benefit Night, Monday, 16 April, 1787. When by a generous Public's kind acclaim, 43 501 294: Prologue, Spoken At The Theatre, Dumfries, 1 Jan. 1790. No song nor dance I bring from yon great city 34 529 295: Rattlin', Roarin' Willie. O rattlin', roarin' Willie, 24 558 296: Raving Winds Around Her Blowing. Raving winds around her blowing, 16 583 297: Remorse. - A Fragment. Of all the numerous ills that hurt our peace, 28 515 298: Robin Shure In Hairst. Robin shure in hairst, I shure wi' him, 18 498 299: Robin. There was a lad was born in Kyle, 32 533 300: Sae Far Awa. O, sad and heavy should I part, 16 543 301: Saw Ye My Phely. (Quasi Dicat Phillis.) O saw ye my dear, my Phely? 12 468 302: Scotch Drink. Gie him strong drink, until he wink, 126 655 303: Scots Prologue, For Mr. Sutherland's Benefit Night, Dumfries. What needs this din about the town o' Lon'on, 54 527 304: Second Epistle To Davie, - A Brother Poet. I'm three times doubly o'er your debtor, 49 517 305: She Says She Loves Me Best Of A'. Sae flaxen were her ringlets, 36 476 306: She's Fair And Fause. She's fair and fause that causes my smart, 16 508 307: Simmer's A Pleasant Time. Simmer's a pleasant time, 20 524 308: Sketch. A little, upright, pert, tart, tripping wight, 14 607 309: Sketch. - New Year's Day. To Mrs. Dunlop. This day, Time winds th' exhausted chain, 49 471 310: Somebody. My heart is sair, I dare na tell 16 489 311: Song Of Death. Farewell, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies, 16 509 312: Sonnet, On The Death Of Robert Riddel, Esq. Of Glenriddel, April, 1794. No more, ye warblers of the wood, no more! 14 548 313: Sonnet, Written On The Twenty-Fifth Of January, 1793, The Birthday Of The Author, On Hearing A Thrush Sing In A Morning Walk. Sing on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough, 14 473 314: Spoken, On Being Appointed To The Excise. Searching auld wives' barrels, 6 465 315: Stanzas - On The Same Occasion. Why am I loth to leave this earthly scene? 27 523 316: Stay, My Charmer. Stay, my charmer, can you leave me? 10 462 317: Streams That Glide In Orient Plains. Streams that glide in orient plains, 27 535 318: Such A Parcel Of Rogues In A Nation. Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame, 24 506 319: Sweet Closes The Evening. Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie, 32 529 320: Tam O' Shanter. - A Tale. When chapman billies leave the street, 224 539 321: Tam Samson's Elegy.[1] Has auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? 102 563 322: Tam, The Chapman. As Tam the Chapman on a day, 10 581 323: The American War. - A Fragment. When Guildford good our pilot stood, 72 510 324: The Auld Farmer's - New-Year Morning Salutation To His Auld Mare Maggie, On Giving Her The Accustomed Ripp Of Corn To Hansel In The New Year A guid New-year I wish thee, Maggie! 108 558 325: The Author's Earnest Cry And Prayer To The Scotch Representatives In The House Of Commons. Ye Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, 186 539 326: The Bairns Gat Out. The bairns gat out wi' an unco shout, 16 516 327: The Banks O' Doon. (Second Version.) Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, 16 584 328: The Banks Of Doon. (First Version.) Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon, 20 543 329: The Banks Of Nith. The Thames flows proudly to the sea, 16 513 330: The Banks Of The Devon. How pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon, 16 545 331: The Battle Of Sheriff-Muir. O cam ye here the fight to shun, 61 547 332: The Blude Red Rose At Yule May Blaw. The blude red rose at Yule may blaw, 24 546 333: The Bonnie Wee Thing. Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing, 16 552 334: The Book-Worms. Through and through the inspir'd leaves, 4 531 335: The Braes O' Ballochmyle. The Catrine woods were yellow seen, 16 466 336: The Brigs Of Ayr, A Poem, Inscribed To J. Ballantyne, Esq., Ayr. The simple Bard, rough at the rustic plough, 234 580 337: The Calf. - To The Rev. Mr. James Steven. Right, Sir! your text I'll prove it true, 24 549 338: The Captain's Lady. O mount and go, Mount and make you ready; 16 487 339: The Cardin' O'T. I coft a stane o' haslock woo', 16 508 340: The Carle Of Kellyburn Braes. There lived a carle on Kellyburn braes, 56 514 341: The Carles Of Dysart. Up wi' the carles o' Dysart, 20 505 342: The Chevalier's Lament. The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, 16 481 343: The Cooper O' Cuddie. The cooper o' Cuddie cam' here awa, 20 479 344: The Cotter's Saturday Night. - Inscribed To Robert Aiken, Esq. My lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! 189 513 345: The Creed Of Poverty. In politics if thou would'st mix, 4 509 346: The Cure For All Care. No churchman am I for to rail and to write, 28 559 347: The Day Returns. The day returns, my bosom burns, 16 558 348: The Dean Of Faculty. - A New Ballad. Dire was the hate at old Harlaw, 32 574 349: The Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie, The Author's Only Pet Yowe. An Unco Mournfu' Tale. As Mailie, an' her lambs thegither, 76 561 350: The Dumfries Volunteers. Does haughty Gaul invasion threat, 32 553 351: The Exciseman. The deil cam' fiddling through the town, 20 499 352: The Farewell To The Brethren Of St. James's Lodge, Tarbolton. Adieu! a heart-warm, fond adieu! 32 492 353: The Farewell. The valiant, in himself, what can he suffer? 28 567 354: The Farewell. It was a' for our rightfu' king, 30 503 355: The Fete Champetre. O wha will to Saint Stephen's house, 56 557 356: The First Psalm. The man, in life wherever plac'd, 20 520 357: The First Six Verses Of The Ninetieth Psalm. O Thou, the first, the greatest friend 28 530 358: The Five Carlins. A Scots Ballad. There were five carlins in the south, 92 477 359: The Gallant Weaver. Where Cart rins rowin to the sea, 16 497 360: The Gloomy Night. The gloomy night is gath'ring fast, 32 543 361: The Gowden Locks Of Anna. Yestreen I had a pint o' wine, 32 558 362: The Henpecked Husband. Curs'd be the man, the poorest wretch in life, 10 549 363: The Heron Ballads. (Ballad First.) Whom will you send to London town, 48 522 364: The Heron Ballads. (Ballad Second.) Fy, let us a' to Kirkcudbright, 88 504 365: The Heron Ballads. (Ballad Third.) Wha will buy my troggin, 62 528 366: The Highland Laddie. The bonniest lad that e'er I saw, 24 468 367: The Highland Lassie. Nae gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair, 32 542 368: The Highland Welcome. When Death's dark stream I ferry o'er, 4 538 369: The Highland Widow's Lament. Oh! I am come to the low countrie, 32 516 370: The Holy Fair. A robe of seeming truth and trust 243 571 371: The Humble Petition Of Bruar Water To The Noble Duke Of Athole. My Lord, I know your noble ear 88 528 372: The Inventory; - In Answer To A Mandate By The Surveyor Of The Taxes. Sir, as your mandate did request, 76 512 373: The Invitation. The King's most humble servant I, 4 483 374: The Jolly Beggars. - A Cantata. When lyart leaves bestrow the yird, 373 564 375: The Joyful Widower. I married with a scolding wife 24 528 376: The Kirk Of Lamington. As cauld a wind as ever blew, 4 522 377: The Kirk's Alarm. - A Ballad. (Second Version.) Orthodox, orthodox, Who believe in John Knox, 145 565 378: The Kirk's Alarm;[1] A Satire. (First Version.) Orthodox, orthodox, Wha believe in John Knox, 108 530 379: The Laddies By The Banks O' Nith. The laddies by the banks o' Nith, 20 490 380: The Lass Of Ballochmyle. Twas even, the dewy fields were green, 40 532 381: The Lass Of Ecclefechan. Gat ye me, O gat ye me, 16 504 382: The Lazy Mist. The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill, 16 524 383: The League And Covenant. The solemn League and Covenant 4 464 384: The Lovely Lass Of Inverness. The lovely lass o' Inverness, 16 495 385: The Lover's Morning Salute To His Mistress. Sleep'st thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature? 24 477 386: The Mauchline Lady. When first I came to Stewart Kyle, 8 473 387: The Ordination. Kilmarnock wabsters fidge an' claw, 126 544 388: The Parson's Looks. That there is falsehood in his looks 4 549 389: The Ploughman. The ploughman he's a bonnie lad, 32 524 390: The Poor And Honest Sodger. When wild war's deadly blast was blawn 64 502 391: The Rantin' Dog, The Daddie O'T. O wha my babie-clouts will buy? 16 523 392: The Red, Red Rose. O were my love yon lilac fair, 16 488 393: The Reply. (The Reproof.) Like Esop's lion, Burns says, sore I feel 2 630 394: The Reproof. Rash mortal, and slanderous Poet, thy name 4 571 395: The Rights Of Woman. An Occasional Address Spoken By Miss Fontenelle On Her Benefit Night, Nov. 26, 1792. While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, 38 479 396: The Rigs O' Barley. It was upon a Lammas night, 36 522 397: The Selkirk Grace. Some hae meat and canna eat, 4 524 398: The Smiling Spring. The smiling Spring comes in rejoicing, 16 768 399: The Sons Of Old Killie. Ye sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie, 16 562 400: The Tailor. The Tailor fell thro' the bed, thimbles an' a', 16 509 401: The Tither Moon. The tither morn, When I forlorn, 36 517 402: The Toad-Eater. What of earls with whom you have supt, 4 508 403: The Toast. Instead of a song, boys, I'll give you a toast, 12 529 404: The Toast. Fill me with the rosy-wine, 6 538 405: The True Loyal Natives. Ye true "Loyal Natives," attend to my song, 4 530 406: The Twa Dogs. - A Tale. Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle 238 454 407: The Twa Herds: Or, The Holy Tulzie. O a' ye pious godly flocks, 102 523 408: The Vision. The sun had clos'd the winter day, 279 522 409: The Vowels. - A Tale. Twas where the birch and sounding thong are ply'd, 34 468 410: The Weary Pund O' Tow. The weary pund, the weary pund, 24 546 411: The Whistle. I sing of a whistle, a whistle of worth, 72 522 412: The Winsome Wee Thing. She is a winsome wee thing, 16 517 413: The Young Highland Rover. Loud blaw the frosty breezes, 18 505 414: Theniel Menzies' Bonnie Mary. In coming by the brig o' Dye, 20 610 415: There Was A Bonnie Lass. There was a bonnie lass, 12 478 416: There Was A Lass. There was a lass, they ca'd her Meg, 24 486 417: There'll Never Be Peace. By yon castle wa', at the close of the day, 16 523 418: There's A Youth In This City. There's a youth in this city, 24 460 419: There's Naethin Like The Honest Nappy! There's naethin like the honest nappy! 12 485 420: There's Nought But Care. Green grow the rashes, O! 28 539 421: Thickest Night, O'Erhang My Dwelling. Thickest night, surround my dwelling! 16 469 422: This Is No My Ain Lassie. O this is no my ain lassie, 24 477 423: Thou Hast Left Me Ever. Thou hast left me ever, Jamie! 18 469 424: Though Fickle Fortune Has Deceived Me, Though fickle Fortune has deceived me, 8 509 425: Tibbie Dunbar. O, Wilt thou go wi' me, 16 514 426: Tibbie, I Hae Seen The Day. O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, 32 478 427: To A Gentleman Who Had Sent Him A Newspaper, And Offered To Continue It Free Of Expense. Kind Sir, I've read your paper through, 38 508 428: To A Haggis Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, 48 518 429: To A Lady, With A Present Of A Pair Of Drinking-Glasses. Fair Empress of the Poet's soul, 12 540 430: To A Louse, On Seeing One In A Lady's Bonnet, At Church Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie! 48 525 431: To A Mountain Daisy, On Turning One Down With The Plough In April, 1786. Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, 54 479 432: To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough, November, 1785. Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie, 48 491 433: To Captain Riddel, Of Glenriddel. Extempore Lines On Returning A Newspaper. Your news and review, Sir, I've read through and through, Sir, 12 529 434: To Chloris. Tis Friendship's pledge, my young, fair friend, 24 512 435: To Clarinda. Clarinda, mistress of my soul, 16 506 436: To Dr. Blacklock, In Answer To A Letter. Wow, but your letter made me vauntie! 60 508 437: To Dr. Maxwell, On Jessie Staig's Recovery. Maxwell, if merit here you crave 4 434 438: To Gavin Hamilton, Esq., Mauchline. (Recommending A Boy.) I hold it, Sir, my bounden duty, 42 512 439: To General Dumourier. Parody On Robin Adair. You're welcome to despots, Dumourier; 15 439 440: To J. Lapraik. (Second Epistle.) While new-ca'd ky, rowte at the stake, 108 478 441: To J. Lapraik. (Third Epistle.) Guid speed an' furder to you, Johnny, 54 526 442: To J. Lapraik. - An Old Scottish Bard. (First Epistle.) While briers an' woodbines budding green, 132 428 443: To J. Rankine. I am a keeper of the law 12 503 444: To James Smith. Dear Smith, the sleest, paukie thief, 174 489 445: To John Goudie Of Kilmarnock. - On The Publication Of His Essays O Goudie! terror of the Whigs 30 532 446: To John Kennedy. Now, Kennedy, if foot or horse 32 503 447: To John Kennedy. Farewell, dear friend! may guid luck hit you, 6 496 448: To John M'Murdo, Esq. O, could I give thee India's wealth, 8 486 449: To John Maxwell Of Terraughty, On His Birthday. Health to the Maxwell's vet'ran chief! 30 434 450: To John Taylor. With Pegasus upon a day, 16 457 451: To Mary Campbell. Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary, 20 552 452: To Mary In Heaven. Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray, 32 500 453: To Mary. Could aught of song declare my pains, 16 439 454: To Miss Cruikshank, A Very Young Lady. Written On The Blank Leaf Of A Book, Presented To Her By The Author. Beauteous rose-bud, young and gay, 22 524 455: To Miss Jessy Lewars, Dumfries. With Johnson'S 'Musical Museum.' Thine be the volumes, Jessy fair, 12 441 456: To Miss Logan, With Beattie's Poems For A New Year'S Gift. Jan. 1, 1787. Again the silent wheels of time 12 543 457: To Mr. M'Adam, Of Craigen-Gillan. Sir, o'er a gill I gat your card, 28 600 458: To Mr. Syme. No more of your guests, be they titled or not, 4 470 459: To Mr. Syme. With A Present Of A Dozen Of Porter. O, had the malt thy strength of mind, 4 432 460: To Mrs. Scott, Of Wauchope. I mind it weel in early date, 70 465 461: To Robert Graham, Esq., Of Fintray. Late crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, 88 480 462: To Robert Graham, Esq., Of Fintray. On Receiving A Favour. I call no goddess to inspire my strains, 12 435 463: To Ruin. All hail! inexorable lord! 28 520 464: To The Men And Brethren Of The Masonic Lodge At Tarbolton. Within your dear mansion may wayward contention 4 434 465: To The Rev. John M'Math. While at the stook the shearers cow'r 96 516 466: To The Same, On The Author Being Threatened With His Resentment. (On Seeing The Beautiful Seat Of Lord Galloway.) Spare me thy vengeance, Galloway, 4 483 467: To Thee, Loved Nith. To thee, lov'd Nith, thy gladsome plains, 8 444 468: To William Simpson, Ochiltree. I gat your letter, winsome Willie; 186 505 469: Up In The Morning Early Up in the morning's no for me, 16 456 470: Verses - Written Under The Portrait Of Fergusson, The Poet, In A Copy Of That Author's Works Presented To A Young Lady. Curse on ungrateful man, that can be pleas'd, 7 491 471: Verses To A Young Lady. Here, where the Scottish muse immortal lives, 12 472 472: Verses To John Rankine. Ae day, as Death, that grusome carl, 18 484 473: Verses Written On A Window Of The Inn At Carron. We came na here to view your warks 8 500 474: Wae Is My Heart. Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e; 12 488 475: Wandering Willie. (First Version.) Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, 16 568 476: Wandering Willie. (Last Version.) Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, 16 458 477: Weary Fa' You, Duncan Gray. Weary fa' you, Duncan Gray, 24 478 478: Wha Is That At My Bower-Door. Wha is that at my bower door? 24 476 479: Whan I Sleep I Dream. Whan I sleep I dream, Whan I wauk I'm eerie, 15 473 480: Whare Hae Ye Been. Whare hae ye been sae braw, lad? 16 421 481: What Can A Young Lassie. What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, 24 485 482: When I Think On The Happy Days. When I think on the happy days 8 469 483: When Januar' Wind. When Januar' wind was blawing cauld, 56 452 484: When Rosy May. When rosy May comes in wi' flowers, 16 524 485: Willie Chalmers. Wi' braw new branks in mickle pride, 48 420 486: Willie Wastle. Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed, 32 449 487: Wilt Thou Be My Dearie. Wilt thou be my dearie? 18 397 488: Winter. A Dirge. The wintry west extends his blast, 26 528 489: Written At Inverary. Whoe'er he be that sojourns here, 8 475 490: Written In A Lady's Pocket-Book. Grant me, indulgent Heav'n, that I may live 4 381 491: Written In A Wrapper, Enclosing A Letter To Captain Grose. Ken ye ought o' Captain Grose? 32 413 492: Written In Friars-Carse Hermitage, On Nithside. December, 1788. Thou whom chance may hither lead 57 445 493: Written In Friars-Carse Hermitage, On The Banks Of Nith. June. 1788. (First Copy.) Thou whom chance may hither lead, 34 411 494: Written On A Pane Of Glass, In The Inn At Moffat. Ask why God made the gem so small, 4 431 495: Written On The Blank Leaf Of A Copy Of My Poems, Presented To An Old Sweetheart, Then Married. Once fondly lov'd and still remember'd dear; 8 435 496: Written With A Pencil, Over The Chimney-Piece, In The Parlour Of The Inn At Kenmore, Taymouth. Admiring Nature in her wildest grace, 28 457 497: Written With A Pencil, Standing By The Fall Of Fyers, Near Loch-Ness Among the heathy hills and ragged woods 12 397 498: Ye Jacobites By Name. Ye Jacobites by name, give and ear, give an ear; 24 485 499: Yon Wild Mossy Mountains. Yon wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide, 36 503 500: Young Jamie, Pride Of A' The Plain. Young Jamie, pride of a' the plain, 16 420 501: Young Jockey. Young Jockey was the blythest lad 16 397 502: Young Peggy. Young Peggy blooms our bonniest lass, 32 394 About: Robert Burns (also known as Rabbie Burns, Scotland's favourite son, the Ploughman Poet, the Bard of Ayrshire and in Scotland as simply The Bard) was a poet and a lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland, and is celebrated worldwide. He is the best-known of the poets who have written in the Scots language, although much of his writing is also in English and a 'light' Scots dialect, accessible to an audience beyond Scotland. He also wrote in standard English, and in these pieces, his political or civil commentary is often at its most blunt. This page viewed 12490 times.

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