Robert Burns
Robert Burns
Robert Burns, also known as Rabbie Burns, the Bard of Ayrshire and various other names and epithets, was a Scottish poet and 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...
NationalityScottish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth25 January 1759
summer moon night
Once upon a Lammas Night When corn rigs are bonny, Beneath the Moon's unclouded light, I held awhile to Annie... The time went by with careless heed Between the late and early, With small persuasion she agreed To see me through the barley... Corn rigs and barley rigs, Corn rigs are bonny! I'll not forget that happy night Among the rigs with Annie!
teacher nature teaching
Gie me ae spark o' Nature's fire, That's a' the learning I desire.
wise learning flames
The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know And keenly felt the friendly glow And softer flame; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name!
hands patriotism british
Be Briton still to Britain true, Among oursel's united; For never but by British hands Maun British wrangs be righted.
faith coats tents
If there 's a hole in a' your coats, I rede ye tent it; A chiel 's amang ye takin' notes, And, faith, he 'll prent it.
passion light heaven
Misled by fancy's meteor ray, By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray Was light from heaven.
fear men care
All my fears and cares are of this world; if there is another, an honest man has nothing to fear from it.
fun names poetry
Some rhyme a neebor's name to lash; Some rhyme (vain thought!) for needfu' cash; Some rhyme to court the countra clash, An' raise a din; For me, an aim I never fash; I rhyme for fun.
military damn
Here's to us, who's like us Damn few, and they're all dead.
fall rivers white
Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever . . .
book simple men
Good Lord, what is man! for as simple he looks, Do but try to develop his books and his crooks, With his depths and his shallows, his good and his evil, All in all, he's a problem must puzzle the devil.
devil faces whiskey
Inspiring bold JohnBarleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!
sorry men broken
I'm truly sorry man's dominion has broken Nature's social union.
summer play blink
Now Simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the chrystal streamlets plays; Come let us spend the lightsome days In the birks of Aberfeldy.