Ðîáåðò Á¸ðíñ Robert Burns The Lass That

Ðîáåðò Á¸ðíñ Robert Burns The Lass That

Robert Burns (1759-1796)   Scottish poet
Ðîáåðò Á¸ðíñ  (1759-1796)  Øîòëàíäñêèé ïîýò


Ðîáåðò Á¸ðíñ
Òà, ÷òî ïîñòëàëà ìíå ïîñòåëü

Poem by Robert Burns
The Lass That Made the Bed to Me


WHEN Januar’ wind was blawing cauld,
  As to the north I took my way,
The mirksome night did me enfauld,
  I knew na where to lodge till day.

By my good luck a maid I met,
  Just in the middle o’ my care;
And kindly she did me invite
  To walk into a chamber fair.

I bow’d fu’ low unto this maid,
  And thank’d her for her courtesie;
I bow’d fu’ low unto this maid,
  And bade her mak a bed to me.

She made the bed baith large and wide,
  Wi’ twa white hands she spread it down;
She put the cup to her rosy lips,
  And drank, ‘Young man, now sleep ye soun.’

She snatch’d the candle in her hand,
  And frae my chamber went wi’ speed;
But I call’d her quickly back again
  To lay some mair below my head.

A cod she laid below my head,
  And served me wi’ due respect;
And to salute her wi’ a kiss,
  I put my arms about her neck.

‘Haud aff your hands, young man,’ she says,
  ‘And dinna sae uncivil be:
If ye hae ony love for me,
  O wrang na my virginitie!’

Her hair was like the links o’ gowd,
  Her teeth were like the ivorie;
Her cheeks like lilies dipt in wine,
  The lass that made the bed to me.

Her bosom was the driven snaw,
  Twa drifted heaps sae fair to see;
Her limbs the polish’d marble stane,
  The lass that made the bed to me.

I kiss’d her owre and owre again,
  And aye she wist na what to say;
I laid her between me and the wa’,-
  The lassie thought na lang till day.

Upon the morrow when we rose,
  I thank’d her for her courtesie;
But aye she blush’d, and aye she sigh’d
  And said ‘Alas! ye’ve ruin’d me.’

I clasp’d her waist, and kiss’d her syne,
  While the tear stood twinkling in her ee,
I said ‘My lassie, dinna cry,
  For ye aye shall make the bed to me.’

She took her mither’s Holland sheets,
  And made them a’ in sarks to me:
Blythe and merry may she be,
  The lass that made the bed to me.

The bonnie lass made the bed to me,
  The braw lass made the bed to me:
I’ll ne’er forget till the day I die,
  The lass that made the bed to me!



Äðóãèå ñòèõîòâîðåíèÿ ïîýòà:
Address to General Dumourier
Forlorn, my Love
Theniel Menzies’ Bonnie Mary
O Steer Her Up
The Carles of Dysart


Àíãëèéñêàÿ ïîýçèÿ


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Robert Burns (1759-1796)
Scottish poet


Robert Burns
Òà, ÷òî ïîñòëàëà ìíå ïîñòåëü

Poem by Robert Burns
The Lass That Made the Bed to Me



Ðîáåðò Áåðíñ (Robert Burns)


Òà, ÷òî ïîñòëàëà ìíå ïîñòåëü


ßíâàðü â ïóòè ìåíÿ çàñòàë.
        Ìîðîç òàêîé – òåðïåòü íåâìî÷ü.
ß åëå ø¸ë è ÿ íå çíàë,
        Ãäå ïðîâåäó ÿ ýòó íî÷ü.

Ïî ñ÷àñòüþ, ñ äåâóøêîé îäíîé
        Â ïóòè ìíå âñòðåòèòüñÿ ïðèøëîñü,
×òî ïðèãëàñèëà â äîì ê ñåáå
        Ìåíÿ, ïðîäðîãøåãî íàñêâîçü.

ß ïîêëîíèëñÿ åé çà âñ¸, –
        Çà ìèð, ïîêîé è áëàãîäàòü,
ß ïîêëîíèëñÿ åé çà âñ¸
        È ïîïðîñèë ïîñòåëü ïîñòëàòü.

Îíà ïîñòëàëà ìíå ïîñòåëü
        È, íàïîèâ ìåíÿ âèíîì,
– Ñïîêîéíîé íî÷è, ñóäàðü ìîé, –
        Ìíå ïîæåëàëà ïåðåä ñíîì.

Òîãäà ÿ äåâóøêó ñïðîñèë,
        Ñïðîñèë å¸ â òîò ïîçäíèé ÷àñ:
– Åù¸ ïîäóøêà äëÿ ìåíÿ
        Çäåñü íå íàéä¸òñÿ ëè ó âàñ?

Îíà óøëà; âåðíóëàñü âíîâü;
        Ëåãëà ïîäóøêà íà êðîâàòü.
Ïðèâë¸ê ÿ äåâóøêó ê ñåáå
        È çàõîòåë ïîöåëîâàòü.

– Îñòàâüòå! – ìîëâèëà îíà, –
        Îò ñòðàõà ÿ åäâà äûøó,
È åñëè ëþáèòå ìåíÿ,
        Îñòàâüòå äåâóøêîé, ïðîøó!

Î, çëàòî âüþùèõñÿ âîëîñ!
        Î, ù¸êè – ëèëèè â âèíå!
Î, êàê áûëà îíà ñâåæà,
        Òà, ÷òî ïîñòåëü ïîñòëàëà ìíå!

Î, ãðóäü áåëà, – ÷òî äâà õîëìà
        Çèìîé â çàñíåæåííîé ñòðàíå!
Î, êàê áûëà îíà íåæíà,
        Òà, ÷òî ïîñòåëü ïîñòëàëà ìíå!

È öåëîâàë ÿ âíîâü è âíîâü
        Ÿ òîé íî÷üþ â ÿíâàðå.
Ñî ìíîé â òó íî÷ü ñïàëà îíà,
        Ñî ìíîé ïðîñíóëàñü íà çàðå.

À óòðîì – òîò æå áëåñê âîëîñ,
        È ãðóäü å¸, è íåæíûé âçîð…
Íî, âñïûõíóâ, ìîëâèëà îíà:
        – Àõ, ñóäàðü ìîé, êàêîé ïîçîð!

À ÿ ñêàçàë åé: – Íå ãîðþé,
        Îñòàâü òðåâîãè â ñòîðîíå.
Òåïåðü, ëþáèìàÿ, âñåãäà
    Ñòåëèòü ïîñòåëü òû áóäåøü ìíå.

Îíà äîñòàëà ïîëîòíî,
        È ÿ óñëûøàë â òèøèíå,
Êàê ñòàëà ìíå ðóáàøêó øèòü
        Òà, ÷òî ïîñòåëü ïîñòëàëà ìíå.

Îíà ïîñòëàëà ìíå ïîñòåëü,
        Îíà ïîñòëàëà ìíå ïîñòåëü, –
Ìíå íå çàáûòü, ïîêà ÿ æèâ,
        Òó, ÷òî ïîñòëàëà ìíå ïîñòåëü!



© Ïåðåâîä Åâã. Ôåëüäìàíà
28.02.-1.03.2003  /  9.03.2003 (ðåä.)
Âñå ïåðåâîäû Åâãåíèÿ Ôåëüäìàíà


Robert Burns (1759-1796)
Scottish poet

Robert Burns
Ðîáåðò Á¸ðíñ
Òà, ÷òî ïîñòëàëà ìíå ïîñòåëü

Poem by Robert Burns
The Lass That Made the Bed to Me


Íî÷ëåã â ïóòè

Ìåíÿ â ãîðàõ çàñòèãëà òüìà,
ßíâàðñêèé âåòåð, êîëêèé ñíåã.
Çàêðûëèñü íàãëóõî äîìà,
È ÿ íå ìîã íàéòè íî÷ëåã.

Ïî ñ÷àñòüþ, äåâóøêà îäíà
Ñî ìíîþ âñòðåòèëàñü â ïóòè,
È ïðåäëîæèëà ìíå îíà
 åå óêðîìíûé äîì âîéòè.

ß íèçêî ïîêëîíèëñÿ åé —
Òîé, ÷òî ñïàñëà ìåíÿ â ìåòåëü,
Ó÷òèâî ïîêëîíèëñÿ åé
È ïîïðîñèë ïîñòëàòü ïîñòåëü.

Îíà òîí÷àéøèì ïîëîòíîì
Çàñòëàëà ñêðîìíóþ êðîâàòü
È, óãîñòèâ ìåíÿ âèíîì,
Ìíå ïîæåëàëà ñëàäêî ñïàòü.

Ðàññòàòüñÿ ñ íåé ìíå áûëî æàëü,
È, ÷òîáû åé íå äàòü óéòè,
Ñïðîñèë ÿ äåâóøêó: — Íåëüçÿ ëü
Åùå ïîäóøêó ïðèíåñòè?

Îíà ïîäóøêó ïðèíåñëà
Ïîä èçãîëîâèå ìîå.
È òàê ìèëà îíà áûëà,
×òî êðåïêî îáíÿë ÿ åå.

 åå ùåêàõ çàðäåëàñü êðîâü,
Äâà ÿðêèõ âñïûõíóëè îãíÿ.
— Êîëü åñòü ó âàñ êî ìíå ëþáîâü,
Îñòàâüòå äåâóøêîé ìåíÿ!

Áûë ìÿãîê øåëê åå âîëîñ
È çàâèâàëñÿ, òî÷íî õìåëü.
Îíà áûëà äóøèñòåé ðîç,
Òà, ÷òî ïîñòëàëà ìíå ïîñòåëü.

À ãðóäü åå áûëà êðóãëà, —
Êàçàëîñü, ðàííÿÿ çèìà
Ñâîèì äûõàíüåì íàìåëà
Äâà ýòèõ ìàëåíüêèõ õîëìà.

ß öåëîâàë åå â óñòà —
Òó, ÷òî ïîñòëàëà ìíå ïîñòåëü,
È âñÿ îíà áûëà ÷èñòà,
Êàê ýòà ãîðíàÿ ìåòåëü.

Îíà íå ñïîðèëà ñî ìíîé,
Íå îòêðûâàëà ìèëûõ ãëàç.
È ìåæäó ìíîþ è ñòåíîé
Îíà óñíóëà â ïîçäíèé ÷àñ.

Ïðîñíóâøèñü â ïåðâîì ñâåòå äíÿ,
 ïîäðóãó ÿ âëþáèëñÿ âíîâü.
— Àõ, ïîãóáèëè âû ìåíÿ! —
Ñêàçàëà ìíå ìîÿ ëþáîâü.

Öåëóÿ âåêè âëàæíûõ ãëàç
È ëîêîí, âüþùèéñÿ, êàê õìåëü,
Ñêàçàë ÿ: — Ìíîãî, ìíîãî ðàç
Òû áóäåøü ìíå ñòåëèòü ïîñòåëü!

Ïîòîì èãëó âçÿëà îíà
È ñåëà øèòü ðóáàøêó ìíå,
ßíâàðñêèì óòðîì ó îêíà
Îíà ðóáàøêó øèëà ìíå…

Ìåëüêàþò äíè, èäóò ãîäà,
Öâåòû öâåòóò, ìåòåò ìåòåëü,
Íî íå çàáóäó íèêîãäà
Òîé, ÷òî ïîñòëàëà ìíå ïîñòåëü!



Ïåðåâîä Ñ.ß. Ìàðøàêà
Âñå ïåðåâîäû Ñàìóèëà Ìàðøàêà


Òåêñò îðèãèíàëà íà àíãëèéñêîì ÿçûêå


Robert Burns
The Lass That Made the Bed to Me


WHEN Januar’ wind was blawing cauld,
  As to the north I took my way,
The mirksome night did me enfauld,
  I knew na where to lodge till day.

By my good luck a maid I met,
  Just in the middle o’ my care;
And kindly she did me invite
  To walk into a chamber fair.

I bow’d fu’ low unto this maid,
  And thank’d her for her courtesie;
I bow’d fu’ low unto this maid,
  And bade her mak a bed to me.

She made the bed baith large and wide,
  Wi’ twa white hands she spread it down;
She put the cup to her rosy lips,
  And drank, ‘Young man, now sleep ye soun.’

She snatch’d the candle in her hand,
  And frae my chamber went wi’ speed;
But I call’d her quickly back again
  To lay some mair below my head.

A cod she laid below my head,
  And served me wi’ due respect;
And to salute her wi’ a kiss,
  I put my arms about her neck.

‘Haud aff your hands, young man,’ she says,
  ‘And dinna sae uncivil be:
If ye hae ony love for me,
  O wrang na my virginitie!’

Her hair was like the links o’ gowd,
  Her teeth were like the ivorie;
Her cheeks like lilies dipt in wine,
  The lass that made the bed to me.

Her bosom was the driven snaw,
  Twa drifted heaps sae fair to see;
Her limbs the polish’d marble stane,
  The lass that made the bed to me.

I kiss’d her owre and owre again,
  And aye she wist na what to say;
I laid her between me and the wa’,-
  The lassie thought na lang till day.

Upon the morrow when we rose,
  I thank’d her for her courtesie;
But aye she blush’d, and aye she sigh’d
  And said ‘Alas! ye’ve ruin’d me.’

I clasp’d her waist, and kiss’d her syne,
  While the tear stood twinkling in her ee,
I said ‘My lassie, dinna cry,
  For ye aye shall make the bed to me.’

She took her mither’s Holland sheets,
  And made them a’ in sarks to me:
Blythe and merry may she be,
  The lass that made the bed to me.

The bonnie lass made the bed to me,
  The braw lass made the bed to me:
I’ll ne’er forget till the day I die,
  The lass that made the bed to me!


Poem by Robert Burns
The Lass That Made the Bed to Me


Äðóãèå ñòèõîòâîðåíèÿ ïîýòà:
Address to General Dumourier
Forlorn, my Love
Theniel Menzies’ Bonnie Mary
O Steer Her Up
The Carles of Dysart

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Robert Burns (1759-1796)
Scottish poet
Robert Burns

Biography
Poems by Robert Burns

A Bard's Epitaph
A Bottle and Friend
A Dedication to Gavin Hamilton, Esq.
A Dream
A Farewell
A Fragment («No cold approach, no altered mien…»)
A Grace Before Dinner
A Jeremiad
A Man's a Man for A' That
A Mother’s Lament for the Death of Her Son
A Poetical Epistle to a Tailor
A Prayer in the Prospect of Death
A Prayer, under the Pressure of Violent Anguish
A Red, Red Rose
“A Rose-Bud by My Early Walk”
A Sonnet Upon Sonnets
A Toast Given at a Meeting of the Dumfries-shire Volunteers, Held to Commemorate the Anniversary of Rodney’s Victory, April 12, 1782
A Vision
A Winter Night
Adam Armour’s Prayer
Additional Stanzas to a Song Written by Clarinda
Address to a Haggis
Address to Beelzebub
Address to Edinburgh
Address to General Dumourier
Address to the Deil
Address to the Shade of Thomson, on Crowning His Bust at Ednam, Roxburgh-Shire, with Bays
Address to the Toothache
Address to the Unco Guid, Or the Rigidly Righteous
Address, Spoken by Miss Fontenelle, on Her Benefit-night, December 4, 1793, at the Theatre, Dumfries
Addressed to a Lady Whom the Author Feared He Had Offended
Adown Winding Nith
Ae Fond Kiss
Afton Water
Ah, Chloris
Amang the Trees
An Excellent New Song. Fourth Ballad (May 1796)
Another («Lord, we thank an’ thee adore»)
Another («O Lord, since we have feasted thus»)
Another Epigram
Answer to Verses Addressed to the Poet by the Guidwipe of Wauchope-House
“An’ O! My Eppie”
“As Down the Burn They Took Their Way”
“As I Was a Wandering”
Auld Lang Syne
Auld Rob Morris
Awa, Whigs
Banks of Devon
Bannocks o’ Barley
Behold the Hour
Bessy and Her Spinnin’ Wheel
“Blithe Hae I Been on Yon Hill”
Blythe Was She
Bonnie Ann
Bonnie Bell
Bonnie Lesley
Bonnie Peg
“But Lately Seen”
By Allan Stream
Caledonia
Canst Thou Leave Me Thus?
Captain Grose
Castle Gordon
Ca’ the Yowes
Charming Month of May
Cock Up Your Beaver
Come Boat Me O’er to Charlie
“Come, Let Me Take Thee”
“Coming Through the Rye”
Could Aught of Song
Count the Lawin
Country Lassie
Craigieburn Wood
Dainty Davie
Damon and Sylvia
Death and Doctor Hornbook
Deluded Swain
Despondency
Does Haughty Gaul
Duncan Gray
Elegy on Capt. Matthew Henderson
Elegy On Stella
Elegy On The Death of Peg Nicholson
Elegy on the Death of Robert Ruisseaux
Elegy on the Late Miss Burnet, of Monboddo
Elegy on the Year 1788
Epigram («When ––– , deceased, to the devil went down…»)
Epigram on a Noted Coxcomb
Epigram on Captain Francis Grose, the Celebrated Antiquary
Epigram on Elphinstone’s Translation of Martial’s Epigrams
Epigram on Said Occasion
Epigram on the Roads between Kilmarnock and Stewarton
Epigram Written at Inverary
Epigram. Immediate Extempore on being Told by W. L. of the Customs Dublin that Com Goldie did not Seem Disposed to Push the Bottle
Epistle from Esopus to Maria
Epistle to a Young Friend
Epistle to Colonel de Peyster
Epistle to Davie, a Brother Poet
Epistle to Hugh Parker
Epistle to John Lapraix, An Old Scottish Bard
Epistle to John Rankine
Epistle to Major Logan
Epistle to Mr. M'Adam, of Craigen-Gillan
Epistle to Robert Graham of Fintry
Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry (Late crippl’d of an arm...)
Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry on the Close of the Disputed Election between Sir James Johnstone and Captain Millier, for the Dumfries District of Boroughs
Epitaph for Gavin Hamilton, Esq
Epitaph for J--- H--- Written in Air
Epitaph for Robert Aiken, Esq
Epitaph on a Celebrated Ruling Elder
Epitaph on a Henpecked Country Squire
Epitaph on a Noisy Polemic
Epitaph on a Person Nicknamed ‘The Marquis,’ Who Desired Burns to Write One on Him
Epitaph on a Shoolmaster. In Cleish Parish, Kinross-Shire
Epitaph on a Suicide
Epitaph on a Wag in Mauchline
Epitaph on Gabriel Richardson
Epitaph on Holy Willie
Epitaph on James Grieve, Laird of Boghead
Epitaph on John Bushby, Writer, Dumfries
Epitaph on John Dove, Innkeeper, Mauchline
Epitaph on Miss Jessy Lewars
Epitaph on My Father
Epitaph on Robert Muir
Epitaph on the Poet’s Daughter
Epitaph on Walter Riddell
Epitaph on Wee Johnny
Epitaph on William Nicol, of the High School, Edinburgh
Epithalamium
Eppie M’Nab
Evan Banks
Extemporaneous Effusion, on being Appointed to the Excise
Extempore in the Court of Session
Extempore Lines, in Answer to a Card from an Intimate Friend of Burns, Wishing Him to Spend an Hour at a Tavern
Extempore to Mr. Syme, on Refusing to Dine with Him, after Having Been Promised the First of Company, and the First of Cookery
Extempore, on Mr. William Smellie, Author of the Philosophy of Natural History, and Member of the Antiquarian and Royal Societies of Edinburgh
Extempore. On Passing a Lady’s Carriage
“Fairest Maid on Devon Banks”
“Fareweel To A'Our Scottish Fame”
Farewell to Ballochmyle
Farewell to Eliza
“Farewell, Thou Stream”
For the Sake of Somebody
“Forlorn, my Love”
“Frae the Friends and Land I Love”
Fragment of an Ode to the Memory of Prince Charles Edward Stuart
Fragment «Now health forsakes that angel face…»
Fragmentary Verses. 1. “His face with smile eternal drest…”
Fragmentary Verses. 2. “A head pure, sinless quite, of brain or soul...”
Fragmentary Verses. 3. “He looks as sign-board Lions do…”
Gala Water
Gloomy December
“Goode’en to You, Kimmer”
Grace after Meat
Grace before Meat
Gude Wallace
Had I a Cave
Had I the Wyte
Halloween
Hee Balou
Her Daddie Forbad
“Here Stewarts Once In Triumph Reigned”
“Heres’s To Thy Health, My Bonnie Lass!”
“Here’s a Health To Them That’s Awa”
Here’s His Health in Water!
Hey For a Lass Wi’ a Tocher
“Hey, the Dusty Miller”
Highland Mary
Holy Willie's Prayer
“How Cruel are the Parents”
How Lang and Dreary
“Husband, Husband, Cease Your Strife”
“I Burn, I Burn”
“I Do Confess Thou Art Sae Fair”
“I Dream’d I Lay Where Flowers Were Springing”
“I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen”
I Hae a Wife
“I Met a Lass, a Bonnie Lass”
I See a Form, I See a Face
Impromptu («How daur ye ca’ me howlet-face...»)
Impromptu on an Innkeeper Named Bacon, Who Intruded Himself Into All Companies
Impromptu, on Mrs. Riddel’s Birthday, in November
“In Vain Would Prudence”
Inscribed on a Tavern Window
Inscription for an Altar to Independence, at Kerroughtry, Seat of Mr. Heron, Written in Summer, 1795
Inscription on a Goblet
Inscription on the Tombstone Erected By Burns To The Memory Of Gergusson
“It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face”
“I’ll Aye Ca’ in by Yon Town”
I’m Owre Young to Marry Yet
“Jamie, Come Try Me”
Jean
“Jenny M’Craw, She Has Ta’en to the Heather”
“Jockey’s Ta’en the Parting Kiss”
John Anderson
John Barleycorn
John Bushby’s Lamentation. Third Ballad
Katharine Jaffray
Kenmure’s on and awa
Lady Mary Ann
Lady Onlie
Lament for James, Earl of Glencairn
Lament of Mary Queen of Scots
“Landlady, Count the Lawin”
“Lassie Wi’ the Lint-white Locks”
“Last May a Braw Wooer”
“Let Not Woman E’er Complain”
Letter to James Tennant of Glenconner
Letter to John Goudie, Kilmarnock, on the Publication of His Essays
Libertie
Lines Inscribed on a Platter
Lines on an Interview with Lord Daer
Lines on Being Told that the Above Verses Would Affect his Prospects
Lines Sent to Sir John Whiteford, of Whiteford, Bart
Lines Supposed to Have Been Written by Burns, and Forwarded to John Rankine, Ayrshire, Immediately after the Poet’s Decease
Lines under the Picture of Miss Burns
Lines Written and Presented to Mrs. Kemble, on Seeing her in the Character of Yarico in the Dumfies Theatre, 1794
Lines Written at Loudon Manse
Lines Written Extempore in a Lady's Pocket-Book [Miss Kennedy, Sister-in-Law of Gavin Gamilton]
Lines Written in Friars-Carse Hermitage
Lines Written on a Bank-Note
Lines Written on a Pane of Glass in the Inn at Noffat
Lines Written on a Tumbler
Lines Written on a Window, at the King’s Arms Tavern, Dumfries
Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
Lines
Logan Braes
Lord Gregory
“Louis, What Reck I by Thee?”
Lovely Davies
Lying at a Reverend Friend’s House One Night
Macpherson’s Farewell
Man Was Made To Mourn
“Mark Yonder Pomp”
Mary Morison
Meg o’ the Mill
Monody on a Lady Famed for her Caprice
Montgomerie’s Peggy
“Musing on the Roaring Ocean”
My Bottle
My Chloris
My Father Was a Farmer
“My Harry Was a Gallant Gay”
My Heart Was Ance
My Heart's in the Highlands
My Hoggie
“My Lady’s Gown There’s Gairs Upon’t”
My Nannie O
My Nannie's Awa
My Peggy’s Face
My Wife’s a Winsome Wee Thing
Naething (Probably Addressed to Gavin Hamilton, 1786)
Nature’s Law
New-Year Day
Nithsdale’s Welcome Hame
“No Churchman am I”
“Now Spring Has Clad”
“Now Westlin Winds”
“O Aye My Wife She Dang Me”
“O Bonnie Was Yon Rosy Brier”
“O Can Ye Labour Lea, Young Man”
“O Gie My Love Brose, Brose”
“O Guid Ale Comes”
“O Lassie, Art Thou Sleeping Yet?”
“O Lay Thy Loof in Mine, Lass”
O Leave Novels
O Mally’s Meek, Mally’s Sweet
“O Saw Ye My Dear”
O Steer Her Up
“O That I Had Ne’er Been Married”
“O Tibbie, I Hae Seen the Day”
“O Wat Ye What My Minnie Did”
“O Were My Love Yon Lilac Fair”
“O Wha is She that Lo’es Me?”
O Whare Bid Ye Get
O Why the Deuce
O, for ane an’ Twenty, Tam!
“O, Once I Lov’d a Bonnie Lass”
“O, Wat Ye Wha’s In Yon Town?”
“O, Were I on Parnassus’ Hill!”
Ode, Sacred to the Memory of Mrs. Oswald
On a Bank of Flowers
On a Certain Commemoration
On a Country Laird
On a Friend
On a Request of Chloris
On a Scotch Bard, Gone to the West Indies
On a Swearing Coxcomb
On Andrew Turner
On Being Shewn a Beautiful Country Seat
On Cessnock Banks
On Chloris Being Ill
On Commissary Goldie’s Brains
On Creech the Bookseller
On Edmund Burke by an Opponent and a Friend to Warren Hastings
On Glenriddell’s Fox Breaking His Chain
On Hearing that there was Falsehood in the Reverend Doctor Babington’s Very Looks
On Highland Hospitality
On Himself («Here comes Burns...»)
On James Gracie Dean of Guild for Dumfries
On Johnson’s Opinion of Hampden
On Lord Galloway (“No Stewart art thou, Galloway...”)
On Maria (‘Praise Woman still,’ his lordship roars…)
On Maria Dancing
On Miss J. Scott, of Ayr
On Miss Jessy Lewars
On Mr. M’Murdo, Chamberlain to the Duke of Queensberry
On Mr. W. Cruikshank of the High School, Edinburgh
On Pastoral Poetry
On Robert Riddell
On Scaring Some Water Fowl In Loch-Turit, a Wild Scene Among the Hills of Ochtertyre
On Seeing a Wounded Hare Limp by Me, Which a Fellow Had Just Shot at
On Seeing Miss Fontenelle in a Favourite Character
On Seeing the Beautiful Seat of Lord Galloway
On Seeing the Hon. Wm. R. Maule of Panmure Driving away in His Fine and Elegant Phaeton on the Race Ground at Tinwald Downs, October, 1794
On Sensibility
On Stirling
On the Author Being Threatened with His Resentment
On the Birth of a Posthumous Child, Born in Peculiar Circumstances of Family Distress
On the Death of a Lap-dog: Named Echo
On the Death of Robert Dundas, Esq.
On the Death of Sir James Hunter Blair
On the Late Captain Grose’s Peregrinations
On the Seas and Far Away
On Wm. Graham, Esq., of Mossknowe
“One Night as I did Wander”
Out Over The Forth
Peg-A-Ramsey
Peggy’s Charms
Phillis the Fair
Poem, Addressed to Mr. Mitchell, Collector of Excise, Dumfries
Poetical Address to Mr. William Tytler, With the Present of the Poet’s Picture
Polly Stewart
Poor Mailie’s Elegy
Poortith Cauld
Poverty
Prayer for Mary
Prologue for Mr. Sutherland’s Benefit-Night, Dumfries
Prologue, Spoken at the Theatre, Dumfries, on New Year’s Day Evening [1790]
Prologue, Spoken by Mr. Woods, on His Benefit-Night, Monday, April 16. 1787
Raging Fortune
Rantin', Rovin' Robin
Rattlin’, Roarin’ Willie
“Raving Winds around Her Blowing”
Remorse
Reply to a Note from Capt. Riddell
Reply to the Minister of Gladsmuir
“Robin Shure in Hairst”
Sae Fair Her Hair
Sae Far Awa
Sae Flaxen Were
Scotch Drink
Scots Wha Hae
Scroggam
Second Epistle To Davie
Sent to a Gentleman whom He had Offended
She’s Fair and Fause
“Simmer’s a Pleasant Time”
“Sir John Cope Trode the North Right Far”
Sketch Inscribed to the Right Hon. C. J. Fox
Sketch
“Sleep’st Thou, or Wak’st Thou”
Song of Death
Sonnet on Hearing a Thrush Sing in a Morning Walk in January
Sonnet on the Death of Robert Riddel, Esq. of Glenriddel
Stanzas on the Same Occasion
Stay My Charmer
Strathallan’s Lament
“Sweet Fa’s the Eve”
Sweetest May
Tam Glen
Tam O'Shanter
Tam Samson’s Elegy
Tam the Chapman
Thanksgiving for Victory
The Auld Farmer’s New-Year Morning Salutation to His Auld Mare Maggie
The Author’s Earnest Cry and Prayer to the Scotch Representatives in the House of Commons
The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)
The Banks of Nith (To thee, lov’d Nith, thy gladsome plains)
The Battle of Sherramuir
The Belles of Mauchline
The Birks of Aberfeldy
“The Blude Red Rose at Yule May Blaw”
The Bonnie Lass of Albany
The Bonnie Wee Thing
The Book-Worms
The Brigs of Ayr
The Caird’s Second Song
The Calf
The Captain’s Lady
The Cardin’ O’t
The Carle of Kellyburn Braes
The Carles of Dysart
The Chevalier’s Lament
The Collier Laddie
The Cooper O’ Cuddle
The Cotter’s Saturday Night
The Day Returns
The Dean of Faculty
The Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie, The Author’s Only Pet Yowe
The Death of John M’Leod, Esq
The Deil’s awa’ wi’ the Exciseman
The Deuk’s Dang O’er My Daddies
The Election. Second Ballad
The F;te Champ;tre
The Farewell (Farewell, old Scotia’s bleak domains)
The Farewell. To the Brethren of St. James’s Lodge, Tarbolton
The First Kiss at Parting
The First Psalm
The First Six Verses of the Ninetieth Psalm
The Flowery Banks of Cree
The Following Poem was Written to a Gentleman who had Sent him a Newspaper, and Offered to Continue it Free of Expense
The Gallant Weaver
The Gloomy Night
The Heather Was Blooming
The Henpeck’d Husband
The Heron Ballads. First Ballad
The Highland Laddie
The Highland Lassie
The Highland Widow’s Lament
The Holy Fair
The Humble Petition of Bruar Water
The Inventory
The Jolly Beggars
The Joyful Widower
The Kirk of Lamington
The Kirk’s Alarm
The Lament
The Lass of Ecclefechan
The Lass o’ Ballochmyle
The Lass That Made the Bed to Me
“The Last Braw Bridal That I Was at”
The Lazy Mist
“The Lovely Lass of Inverness”
The Mauchline Wedding
The Ordination
The Ploughman's Life
The Ploughman
The Poet’s Welcome to His Love-Begotten Daughter
The Posies
The Rantin’ Dog the Daddie O’t
The Recovery of Miss Jessy Lewars
The Rights of Woman
The Rigs O’ Barley
The Sailor’s Song
The Selkirk Grace
The Slave’s Lament
The Soldier's Return
The Solemn League and Covenant
The Tailor Fell Thro’ the Bed...
The Tailor
The Tarbolton Lasses (“If óe gae up to yon hill-tap…”)
The Tarbolton Lasses (“In Tarbolton ken, there are proper young men…”)
The Tither Morn
The Toadeater
The Toast
The Tree of Liberty
The Twa Dogs
The Twa Herds
The Vision
The Weary Pund O’ tow
The Whistle
The Winter It Is Past
“Their Groves O’ sweet Myrtle”
“Then Know this Truth, Ye Sons of Men!”
Theniel Menzies’ Bonnie Mary
“There Came a Piper out o’ Fife”
“There Was a Bonnie Lass”
“There Was a Lass, and She Was Fair”
“There Was a Lass, They Ca'd Her Meg”
“There’s a Youth in This City”
“There’s News, Lasses”
“Thine Am I, My Faithful Fair”
Third Epistle to J. Lapraik
“Thou Hast Left Me Ever, Jamie”
“Though Fickle Fortune”
Tho’ Cruel Fate
Tibbie Dunbar
To a Lady who Was Looking up the Text during Sermon
To a Lady, with a Present of a Pair of Drinking Glasses
To a Louse
To a Mountain Daisy, On Turning One Down With The Plough, In April, 1786
To a Mouse, on Turning Up Her Nest With the Plough
To a Young Lady, Miss Jessy Lewars, Dumfries, with Books which the Bard Presented her
To Alex Cunningham, Esq., Writer
To an Artist
To Captain Riddel, Glenriddel
To Dr. Blacklock
To Dr. Maxwell, on Miss Jessy Staig’s Recovery
To Gavin Hamilton, Esq., Mauchline, Recommending A Boy
To James Smith
To John M’Murdo, Esq.
To John Taylor
To Mary in Heaven
To Miss Cruikshank
To Miss Ferrier, Enclosing Elegy on Sir J. H. Blair
To Miss Logan, with Beattie’s Poems, for a New Year’s Gift
To Mr. Gow, Visiting Dumfries
To Mr. John Kennedy
To Mr. Mackenzie, Surgeon, Mauchline
To Mr. Renton, Berwick
To Mr. Syme, with a Present of a Dozen of Porter
To Robert Graham, Esq. of Fintry, on Receiving a Favour
To Ruin
To Terraughty, on His Birthday
To the Beautiful Eliza J –– n
To the Rev. John M’Math
To the Same
To the Woodlark
To William Simpson
To*** («Sir, Yours this moment I unseal…»)
Tragic Fragment
Verses Addressed to J. Rankine
Verses Intended to be Written Below a Noble Earl’s Picture
Verses on the Destruction of the Woods near Drumlanrig
Verses to a Young Lady, Miss Graham of Fintry, with a Present of Songs
Verses to J. Rankine
Verses Written on a Window of the Inn at Carron
Verses Written under the Portrait of Fergusson
Verses Written under Violent Grief
Wae Is My Heart
Wandering Willie
“Weary Fa’ You, Duncan Gray”
“Wee Willie Gray”
“Wha Is That At My Bower Door?”
“Whan I Sleep I Dream”
Whare Hae Ye Been?
“When First I Came to Stewart Kyle”
When First I Saw
“When Guildford Good Our Pilot Stood”
“When I Think on the Happy Days”
Where Are the Joys
Whistle Owre the Lave O’t
“Why, Why Tell Thy Lover?”
“Will Ye Go to the Indies, My Mary”
Willie Brewed
Willie Chalmers
Willie's Wife
“Wilt Thou Be My Dearie?”
Winter
Written on a Blank Leaf of One of Miss Hannah More’s Works, Which a Lady Had Given Him
Written on the Blank Leaf of a Copy of the First Edition of his Poems, Presented to an Old Sweetheart, then Married
Written on the Blank Leaf of the Last Edition of his Poems
Written with a Pencil over the Chimney-piece in the Parlour of the Inn at Kenmore, Taymouth
Written with a Pencil, Standing by the Fall of Fyers, Near Loch-Ness
Ye Banks and Braes
“Ye Hae Lien A’ Wrang, Lassie”
Ye Jacobites by Name
Ye Sons of Old Killie. A Masonic Song
Yon Wild Mossy Mountains
Young Highland Rover
“Young Jamie, Pride of A’ the Plain”
Young Jockey
Young Peggy
“‘Twas Na Her Bonnie Blue Ee”
“Contented wi’ Little…”
“Green Grow the Rashes O…”
“O Whistle, and I’ll Come to You, My Lad…”
“Open the Door to Me, Oh!”
“There’ll Never be Peace till Jamie Comes Hame…”
«Go Fetch to Me a Pint o' Wine...»
«It was a’ for Our Rightfu’ King…»
«O, Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast…»
The Rating of Robert Burns's Poems


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