Robert Burns. (1759–1796). Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Index to First Lines
- Adieu! a heart-warm fond adieu
- Admiring Nature in her wildest grace
- Adown winding Nith I did wander
- Ae day, as Death, that gruesome carl
- Ae fond kiss, and then we sever
- Afar the illustrious Exile roams
- Again rejoicing Nature sees
- Again the silent wheels of time
- A guid New-year I wish thee, Maggie!
- Ah, Chloris, since it may not be
- Ah, woe is me, my mother dear!
- All hail! inexorable lord!
- All villain as I am—a damnèd wretch
- Altho’ he has left me for greed o’ the siller
- Altho’ my back be at the wa’
- Altho’ my bed were in yon muir
- Altho’ thou maun never be mine
- Amang the trees, where humming bees
- Among the heathy hills and ragged woods
- Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December!
- An honest man here lies at rest
- Anna, thy charms my bosom fire
- An somebody were come again
- A rose-bud by my early walk
- As cauld a wind as ever blew
- As down the burn they took their way
- As father Adam first was fool’d
- As I cam by Crochallan
- As I gaed down the water-side
- As I gaed up by yon gate-end
- As I stood by yon roofless tower
- As I stood by yon roofless tower
- As I was a-wand’ring ae morning in spring
- As I was walking up the street
- Ask why God made the gem so small?
- A slave to Love’s unbounded sway
- As Mailie, an’ her lambs thegither
- As on the banks o’ wandering Nith
- As Tam the chapman on a day
- At Brownhill we always get dainty good cheer
- A’ the lads o’ Thorniebank
- Auld chuckie Reekie’s sair distrest
- Auld comrade dear, and brither sinner
- Awa’ wi’ your witchcraft o’ Beauty’s alarms
- A’ ye wha live by sowps o’ drink
- Beauteous Rosebud, young and gay
- Behind yon hills where Lugar flows
- Behold, my love, how green the groves
- Behold the hour, the boat, arrive!
- Behold the hour, the boat arrive
- Below thir stanes lie Jamie’s banes
- Bless Jesus Christ, O Cardonessp
- Blest be M’Murdo to his latest day!
- Blythe hae I been on yon hill
- Braw, braw lads on Yarrow-braes
- But lately seen in gladsome green
- But warily tent when ye come to court me
- By Allan stream I chanc’d to rove
- By all I lov’d, neglected and forgot
- By love, and by beauty, by law, and by duty
- By Oughtertyre grows the aik
- By yon Castle wa’, at the close of the day
- Can I cease to care?
- Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west
- Cauld is the e’enin blast
- Cease, ye prudes, your envious railing
- Clarinda, mistres of my soul
- Come, bumpers high, express your joy
- Come, let me take thee to my breast
- Contented wi’ little, and cantie wi’ mair
- Curs’d be the man, the poorest wretch in life
- Curse on ungrateful man, that can be pleased
- Daughter of Chaos’ doting years
- Dear ———, I’ll gie ye some advice
- Dear Myra, the captive ribband’s mine
- Dear Sir, at ony time or tide
- Dear Smith, the slee’st, pawkie thief
- Deluded swain, the pleasure
- Dire was the hate at old Harlaw
- Does haughty Gaul invasion threat?
- Dost thou not rise, indignant shade
- Duncan Gray cam’ here to woo
- Dweller in yon dungeon dark
- Earth’d up, here lies an imp o’ hell
- Edina! Scotia’s darling seat!
- Expect na, sir, in this narration
- Fair Empress of the Poet’s soul
- Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face
- Fair maid, you need not take the hint
- Fair the face of orient day
- Fareweel to a’ our Scottish fame
- Farewell, dear friend! may guid luck hit you
- Farewell, old Scotia’s bleak domains
- Farewell, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies
- Farewell, thou stream that winding flows
- Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North
- Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong
- Fate gave the word, the arrow sped
- Fill me with the rosy wine
- Fintry, my stay in wordly strife
- First when Maggie was my care
- Flow gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes
- For lords or kings I dinna mourn
- Forlorn, my Love, no comfort near
- For thee is laughing Nature gay
- Frae the friends and land I love
- Friday first’s the day appointed
- Friend of the Poet, tried and leal
- From thee, Eliza, I must go
- From the white-blossom’d sloe my dear Chloris requested
- From those drear solitudes and frowsy cells
- Full well thou know’st I love thee dear
- Fy, let us a’ to Kirkcudbright
- Gane is the day, and mirk’s the night
- Gat ye me, O gat ye me
- Go, fetch to me a pint o’ wine
- Gracie, thou art a man of worth
- Grant me, indulgent Heaven, that I may live
- Gude pity me, because I’m little!
- Guid-mornin’ to our Majesty!
- Guid speed and furder to you, Johnie
- Had I a cave on some wild distant shore
- Had I the wyte, had I the wyte
- Hail, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv’d!
- Hail, thairm-inspirin’, rattlin’ Willie!
- Hark the mavis’ e’ening sang
- Has auld Kilmarnock seen the deil?
- Ha! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie?
- Health to the Maxwell’s veteran Chief!
- Hear, Land o’ Cakes, and brither Scots
- He clenched his pamphlet in his fist
- Hee balou, my sweet wee Donald
- Her daddie forbad, her minnie forbad
- Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie
- Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie
- Here Brewer Gabriel’s fire’s extinct
- Here cursing, swearing Burton lies
- Here Holy Willie’s sair worn clay
- Here is the glen, and here the bower
- Here lies a mock Marquis, whose titles were shamm’d
- Here lies Boghead amang the dead
- Here lies John Bushby—honest man
- Here lies Johnie Pigeon
- Here lies, now a prey to insulting neglect
- Here lie Willie Michie’s banes
- Here’s a bottle and an honest friend!
- Here’s a health to them that’s awa
- Here Souter Hood in death does sleep
- Here’s to thy health, my bonie lass
- Here Stuarts once in glory reigned
- Here, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives
- Her flowing locks, the raven’s wing
- He who of Rankine sang, lies stiff and dead
- Hey, the dusty Miller
- His face with smile eternal drest
- Honest Will to Heaven’s away
- How can my poor heart be glad
- How cold is that bosom which folly once fired
- How cruel are the parents
- How daur ye ca’ me “Howlet-face”?
- How lang and dreary is the night
- How, Liberty! girl, can it be by thee nam’d?
- How long and dreary is the night
- How pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon
- How wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite
- Humid seal of soft affections
- “Husband, husband, cease your strife
- I am a keeper of the law
- I am my mammny’s ae bairn
- I bought my wife a stane o’ lint
- I call no Goddess to inspire my strains
- I coft a stane o’ haslock woo’
- I do confess thou art sae fair
- I dream’d I lay where flowers were springing
- I fee’d a man at Michaelmas
- If thou should ask my love
- If ye gae up to yon hill-tap
- If you rattle along like your Mistress’ tongue
- I gaed a waefu’ gate yestreen
- I gaed up to Dunse
- I gat your letter, winsome Willie
- I had sax owsen in a pleugh
- I hae a wife of my ain
- I hae been at Crookieden
- I hold it, sir, my bounden duty
- I lang hae thought, my youthfu’ friend
- Ilk care and fear, when thou art near
- Ill-fated genius! Heaven-taught Fergusson!
- I mind it weel in early date
- I’m now arrived—thanks to the gods!
- I’m three times doubly o’er your debtor
- I murder hate by flood or field
- In comin by the brig o’ Dye
- I never saw a fairer
- Inhuman man! curse on thy barb’rous art
- In Mauchline there dwells six proper young belles
- In Politics if thou would’st mix
- In se’enteen hunder’n forty-nine
- In simmer, when the hay was mawn
- Instead of a Song, boy’s, I’ll give you a Toast
- In Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men
- In this strange land, this uncouth clime
- In wood and wild, ye warbling throng
- I see a form, I see a face
- I sing of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth
- Is there a whim-inspirèd fool
- Is there for honest Poverty
- Is this thy plighted, fond regard
- Ithers seek they ken na what
- It is na, Jean, thy bonie face
- It was a’ for our rightfu’ King
- It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral
- It was the charming month of May
- It was upon a Lammas night
- Jockey’s taen the parting kiss
- John Anderson, my jo, John
- Kemble, thou cur’st my unbelief
- Ken ye aught o’ Captain Grose?
- Kilmarnock wabsters, fidge an’ claw
- Kind Sir, I’ve read your paper through
- Know thou, O stranger to the fame
- Lament him, Mauchline husbands a’
- Lament in rhyme, lament in prose
- Last May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen
- Late crippl’d of an arm, and now a leg
- Let not Woman e’er complain
- Let other heroes boast their scars
- Let other poets raise a fracas
- Life ne’er exulted in so rich a prize
- Light lay the earth on Billy’s breast
- Lone on the bleaky hills the straying flocks
- Long life, my Lord, an’ health be yours
- Lord, to account who dares thee call
- Lord, we thank, and thee adore
- Loud blaw the frosty breezes
- Louis, what reck I by thee
- Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion
- Maxwell, if merit here you crave
- Musing on the roaring ocean
- My blessings on ye, honest wife!
- My blessin’s upon thy sweet wee lippie!
- My curse upon your venom’d stang
- My father was a farmer upon the Carrick border, O
- My girl she’s airy, she’s buxom and gay
- My godlike friend—nay, do not stare
- My Harry was a gallant gay
- My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie
- My heart is sair—I dare na tell
- My heart is wae, and unco wae
- My heart was ance as blithe and free
- My honor’d Colonel, deep I feel
- My lord a-hunting he is gone
- My lord, I know your noble ear
- My lov’d, my honour’d, much respected friend!
- My love, she’s but a lassie yet
- My Peggy’s face, my Peggy’s form
- My Sandy gied to me a ring
- Nae gentle dames, tho’ e’er sae fair
- Nae heathen name shall I prefix
- No churchman am I for to rail and to write
- No cold approach, no altered mien
- No more of your guests, be they titled or not
- No more, ye warblers of the wood! no more
- No sculptured marble here, nor pompous lay
- No song nor dance I bring from yon great city
- No Spartan tube, no Attic shell
- Now haply down yon gay green shaw
- Now in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays
- Now, Kennedy, if foot or horse
- Now Nature cleeds the flowery lea
- Now Nature hangs her mantle green
- Now Robin lies in his last lair
- Now rosy May comes in wi’ flowers
- Now Simmer blinks on flowery braes
- Now spring has clad the grove in green
- Now westlin winds and slaught’ring guns
- O a’ ye pious godly flocks
- O bonie was yon rosy brier
- O cam ye here the fight to shun
- O could I give thee India’s wealth
- O Death, had’st thou but spar’d his life
- O Death! thou tyrant fell and bloody!
- Of all the numerous ills that hurt our peace
- Of a’ the airts the wind can blaw
- Of Lordly acquaintance you boast
- O Gowdie, terror o’ the whigs
- O had each Scot of ancient times
- O had the malt thy strength of mind
- Oh I am come to the low Countrie
- Oh, open the door, some pity to shew
- O how can I be blythe and glad
- O how shall I, unskilfu’, try
- O Kenmure’s on and awa, Willie
- O ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten
- O ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten
- O lady Mary Ann looks o’er the Castle wa’
- O lassie, are ye sleepin yet
- Old Winter, with his frosty beard
- O leave novels, ye Mauchline belles
- O leeze me on my spinnin’ wheel
- O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide
- O Lord, when hunger pinches sore
- O luve will venture in where it daur na weel be seen
- O Mary, at thy window be
- O may, thy morn was ne’er so sweet
- O meikle thinks my luve o’ my beauty
- O merry hae I been teethin’ a heckle
- O mirk, mirk is this midnight hour
- O my Luve’s like a red, red rose
- On a bank of flowers, in a summer day
- Once fondly lov’d, and still remember’d dear
- On Cessnock banks a lassie dwells
- One night as I did wander
- One Queen Artemisia, as old stories tell
- On peace an’ rest my mind was bent
- O once I lov’d a bonie lass
- O Philly, happy be that day
- O poortith cauld, and restless love
- Oppress’d with grief, oppress’d with care
- O raging Fortune’s withering blast
- O rough, rude, ready-witted Rankine
- Orthodox! orthodox, who believe in John Knox
- O sad and heavy, should I part
- O saw ye bonie Lesley
- O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?
- O saw ye my Dear, my Philly?
- O sing a new song to the Lord
- O stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay
- O steer her up, an’ haud her gaun
- O that I had ne’er been married
- O Thou dread Power, who reign’st above
- O Thou Great Being! what Thou art
- O thou, in whom we live and move
- O thou pale orb that silent shines
- O Thou, the first, the greatest friend
- O Thou unknown, Almighty Cause
- O Thou! whatever title suit thee
- O Thou, who in the heavens does dwell
- O thou who kindly dost provide
- O Thou whom Poetry abhors
- Our thrissles flourish’d fresh and fair
- Out over the Forth, I look to the North
- O wat ye wha that lo’es me
- O, were I on Parnassus hill
- O were my love yon Lilac fair
- O wert thou in the cauld blast
- O wha my babie-clouts will buy?
- O wha will to Saint Stephen’s House
- O when she cam’ ben she bobbed fu’ law
- O why the deuce should I repine
- O Willie brew’d a peck o’ maut
- O wilt thou go wi’ me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
- O ye wha are sae guid yoursel’
- O ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains
- Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare
- “Praise Woman still,” his lordship roars
- Rash mortal, and slanderous poet, thy name
- Raving winds around her blowing
- Revered defender of beauteous Stuart
- Right, sir! your text I’ll prove it true
- Rusticity’s ungainly form
- Sad thy tale, thou idle page
- Sae flaxen were her ringlets
- Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled
- Searching auld wives’ barrels
- Sensibility, how charming
- She’s fair and fause that causes my smart
- Should auld acquaintance be forgot
- Shrewd Willie Smellie to Crochallan came
- Sic a reptile was Wat, sic a miscreant slave
- Sing on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough
- Sir, as your mandate did request
- Sir, o’er a gill I gat your card
- Sleep’st thou, or wak’st thou, fairest creature?
- Some books are lies frae end to end
- Stay my charmer, can you leave me?
- Still anxious to secure your partial favour
- Stop, passenger! my story’s brief
- “Stop thief!” dame Nature call’d to Death
- Strait is the spot and green the sod
- Streams that glide in orient plains
- Sweet are the banks—the banks o’ Doon
- Sweet closes the ev’ning on Craigieburn Wood
- Sweet fa’s the eve on Craigieburn
- Sweet flow’ret, pledge o’ meikle love
- Sweet naïveté of feature
- That there is a falsehood in his looks
- The bairns gat out wi’ an unco shout
- The blude-red rose at Yule may blaw
- The Catrine woods were yellow seen
- The Cooper o’ Cuddy came here awa
- The day returns, my bosom burns
- The deil cam fiddlin’ thro’ the town
- The Devil got notice that Grose was a-dying
- The flower it blaws, it fades, it fa’s
- The friend whom, wild from Wisdom’s way
- The gloomy night is gath’ring fast
- The heather was blooming, the meadows were mawn
- Their groves o’ sweet myrtle let Foreign Lands reckon
- The King’s most humble servant, I
- The Laddies by the banks o’ Nith
- The lamp of day, with-ill presaging glare
- The last time I came o’er the moor
- The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill
- The lovely lass o’ Inverness
- The man, in life wherever plac’d
- The night was still, and o’er the hill
- The noble Maxwells and their powers
- The poor man weeps—here Gavin sleeps
- There lived a carl in Kellyburn Braes
- There’s Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen
- There’s a youth in this city, it were a great pity
- There’s Death in the cup, so beware!
- There’s nane sall ken, there’s nane can guess
- There’s news, lassies, news
- There’s nought but care on ev’ry han’
- There was a bonie lass, and a bonie, bonie lass
- There was a lad was born in Kyle
- There was a lass, and she was fair
- There was a lass, they ca’d her Meg
- There was a wife wonn’d in Cockpen
- There was five Carlins in the South
- There was once a day, but old Time wasythen young
- There was three kings into the east
- The Robin to the Wren’s nest
- The simple Bard, rough at the rustic plough
- The simple Bard, unbroke by rules of art
- The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning
- The smiling Spring comes in rejoicing
- The Solemn League and Covenant
- The sun had clos’d the winter day
- The sun he is sunk in the west
- The Thames flows proudly to the sea
- The wind blew hollow frae the hills
- The winter it is past, and the summer comes at last
- The wintry west extends his blast
- They snool me sair, and haud me down
- Thickest night, o’erhang my dwelling!
- Thine am I, my faithful Fair
- Thine be the volumes, Jessy fair
- This day, Time winds th’ exhausted chain
- This wot ye all whom it concerns
- Tho’ cruel fate should bid us part
- Thou flatt’ring mark of friendship kind
- Though fickle Fortune has deceived me
- Thou greybeard, old Wisdom! may boast of thy treasures
- Thou hast left me ever, Jamie
- Thou, Liberty, thou art my theme
- Thou ling’ring star, with lessening ray
- Thou, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign
- Thou of an independent mind
- Thou’s welcome, wean; mishanter fa’ me
- Thou whom chance may hither lead
- Thou whom chance may hither lead
- Thou, who thy honour as thy God rever’st
- Tho’ women’s minds, like winter winds
- Through and through th’ inspir’d leaves
- ’Tis Friendship’s pledge, my young, fair Friend
- To Riddell, much lamented man
- To you, sir, this summons I’ve sent
- True hearted was he, the sad swain o’ the Yarrow
- Turn again, thou fair Eliza!
- ’Twas even—the dewy fields were green
- ’Twas in that place o’ Scotland’s isle
- ’Twas in the seventeen hunder year
- ’Twas na her bonie blue e’e was my ruin
- ’Twas on a Monday morning
- Upon a simmer Sunday morn
- Upon that night, when fairies light
- Up wi’ the carls o’ Dysart
- Wae is my heart, and the tear’s in my e’e
- Wae worth thy power, thou cursed leaf!
- We cam na here to view your warks
- Wee, modest crimson-tippèd flow’r
- Wee, sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie
- Wee Willie Gray, and his leather wallet
- We grant they’re thine, those beauties all
- Wha, in a brulyie, will
- Wha is that at my bower-door?
- Whare are you gaun, my bonie lass
- Whare live ye, my bonie lass?
- What ails ye now, ye lousie bitch
- What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie
- What dost thou in that mansion fair?
- What needs this din about the town o’ Lon’on
- What will I do gin my Hoggie die?
- Wha will buy my troggin, fine election ware
- When biting Boreas, fell and dour
- When, by a generous Public’s kind acclaim
- When chapman billies leave the street
- When chill November’s surly blast
- When dear Clarinda, matchless fair
- When Death’s dark stream I ferry o’er
- When first I came to Stewart Kyle
- When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town
- When Guilford good our pilot stood
- When Januar’ wind was blawing cauld
- When Lascelles thought fit from this world to depart
- When lyart leaves bestrow the yird
- When Morine, deceas’d, to the Devil went down
- When Nature her great master-piece design’d
- When o’er the hill the eastern star
- When Princes and Prelates
- When rosy May comes in wi’ flowers
- When the drums do beat, and the cannons rattle
- When wild war’s deadly blast was blawn
- Where are the joys I have met in the morning
- Where, braving angry winter’s storms
- Where Cart rins rowin’ to the sea
- Where hae ye been sae braw, lad?
- While at the stook the shearers cow’r
- While briers an’ woodbines budding green
- While Europe’s eye is fix’d on mighty things
- While larks, with little wing
- While new-ca’d kye rowte at the stake
- While virgin Spring by Eden’s flood
- While winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw
- Whoe’er he be that sojourns here
- Whoe’er thou art, O reader, know
- Whom will you send to London town
- Whose is that noble, dauntless brow?
- Why am I loth to leave this earthly scene?
- Why, why tell thy lover
- Why, ye tenants of the lake
- Wi’ braw new branks in mickle pride
- Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed
- Will ye go to the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay
- Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary
- Wilt thou be my Dearie?
- Wishfully I look and languish
- With Esop’s lion, Burns says: Sore I feel
- With Pegasus upon a day
- With secret throes I marked that earth
- Wow, but your letter made me vauntie!
- Ye banks, and braes, and streams around
- Ye banks and braes o’ bonie Doon
- Ye flowery banks o’ bonie Doon
- Ye gallants bright, I rede you right
- Ye hypocrites! are these your pranks?
- Ye Irish lords, ye knights an’ squires
- Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear, give an ear
- Ye maggots, feed on Nicol’s brain
- Ye men of wit and wealth, why all this sneering
- Ye sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie
- Yestreen I had a pint o’ wine
- Yestreen I met you on the moor
- Ye true “Loyal Natives” attend to my song
- Yon wandering rill that marks the hill
- Yon wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide
- Young Jamie, pride of a’ the plain
- Young Jockie was the blythest lad
- Young Peggy blooms our boniest lass
- Your billet, Sir, I grant receipt
- You’re welcome to Despots, Dumourier
- Your friendship much can make me blest
- Your News and Review, sir.
- Yours this moment I unseal