Robert Burns Poems on Praise (11 Poems)

A Dream (Robert Burns Poems)

Guid-Mornin’ to our Majesty!May Heaven augment your blissesOn ev’ry new birth-day ye see,A humble poet wishes.My bardship here, at your LeveeOn sic a day as this is,Is sure an uncouth sight to see,Amang thae birth-day dressesSae fine this day. I … Continue reading →

Afton Water (Robert Burns Poems)

1 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,2 Flow gently, I’ll sing thee a song in thy praise;3 My Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream,4 Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. 5 Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds … Continue reading →

237. Song-It is na, Jean, thy Bonie Face (Robert Burns Poem)

IT is na, Jean, thy bonie face, Nor shape that I admire; Altho’ thy beauty and thy grace Might weel awauk desire. Something, in ilka part o’ thee, To praise, to love, I find, But dear as is thy form … Continue reading →

83. The Cotter’s Saturday Night (Robert Burns Poems)

MY lov’d, my honour’d, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend’s esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train … Continue reading →

308. The Epitaph on Captain Matthew Henderson (Robert Burns Poem)

STOP, passenger! my story’s brief, And truth I shall relate, man; I tell nae common tale o’ grief, For Matthew was a great man. If thou uncommon merit hast, Yet spurn’d at Fortune’s door, man; A look of pity hither … Continue reading →

519. Ballad on Mr. Heron’s Election-No. 2 (Robert Burns Poems)

FY, let us a’ to Kirkcudbright, For there will be bickerin’ there; For Murray’s light horse are to muster, And O how the heroes will swear! And there will be Murray, Commander, And Gordon, the battle to win; Like brothers … Continue reading →

155. Epistle to Mrs. Scott of Wauchope House (Robert Burns Poems)

GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date, When I was bardless, young, and blate, An’ first could thresh the barn, Or haud a yokin’ at the pleugh; An, tho’ forfoughten sair eneugh, Yet unco proud to learn: When first amang … Continue reading →

62. Epistle to William Simson (Robert Burns Poems)

I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi’ gratefu’ heart I thank you brawlie; Tho’ I maun say’t, I wad be silly, And unco vain, Should I believe, my coaxin billie Your flatterin strain. But I’se believe ye kindly meant it: … Continue reading →

342. Song-Sweet Afton (Robert Burns Poems)

FLOW gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I’ll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stockdove whose echo resounds thro’ the … Continue reading →

133. The Brigs of Ayr (Robert Burns Poems)

THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev’ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the mellow thrush, Hailing the setting sun, sweet, in the green thorn bush; The soaring lark, the perching red-breast shrill, Or … Continue reading →