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
flower fall rivers
But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever.
night black arches
That hour o' night's black arch the keystane.
heart longing my-heart
My heart is sair-I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody.
kings children fall
While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of empires and the fall of kings; While quacks of State must each produce his plan, And even children lisp the Rights of Man; Amid this mighty fuss just let me mention, The Rights of Woman merit some attention.
sweet song rivers
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.
latin teaching school
What's a' your jargon o' your schools, Your Latin names for horns and stools; If honest nature made you fools.
morning rose bud
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green!
foolish embarrassment blunders
O, wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An' foolish notion.
pain fall son
By Oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die!
beauty gone fading
Beauty's of a fading nature. Has a season and is gone!
pride moon noon
Not the bee upon the blossom, In the pride o' sunny noon; Not the little sporting fairy, All beneath the simmer moon; Not the poet, in the moment Fancy lightens in his e'e, Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, That thy presence gi'es to me.
religious heart mind
Why has a religious turn of mind always a tendency to narrow and harden the heart?
ale delicate warm
Oatcakes are a delicate relish when eaten warm with ale.
care ifs
If naebody care for me,I'll care for naebody.