Scotsman and poet Robert Burns was born in 1796. His family didn't have much in terms of money, but Burns was still optimistic about life and love. His first poems were songs written to his many lovers, though those were not received well by the mistresses. In 1786, Burns' first anthology "Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect" was released. It contained some of his best works, such as "The Twa Dogs," "To a Mouse, On Turning Up Her Nest With The Plow," and "Address to the Diel." Burns then moved around Scotland and even took up a short residence in Jamaica as a bookkeeper on a plantation. After returning to his native land, Burns settled down in Dumfries and devoted himself to his poems and lyrics. In this phase of his life, Burns became highly invested in collecting and preserving many of the local Scottish hymns and tunes. However, he was also famous for taking his own words and singing them with the melody of traditional Scottish songs. This is the case for "Auld Lang Syne" and "A Red, Red Rose." His poetry and lyrics are still famous to this day, in large part due to his ability to weave seamlessly between emotions. A staunch supporter of republicanism, Burns was a Scottish patriot and believed in equality of all races, classes, and genders. In 2009, he was voted as the most influential and beloved Scot of all time by the people of Scotland. In this volume of "Selected Poems" you will find a representative selection of his poetry that illustrates why he is widely regarded as Scotland's greatest poet.
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- Title page
- O ONCE I LOV'D.
- BEHIND YON HILLS, WHERE LUGAR FLOWS.
- MARY MORISON.
- IT WAS UPON A LAMMAS NIGHT.
- SONG COMPOSED IN AUGUST.
- JOHN BARLEYCORN.
- THE DEATH AND DYING WORDS OF POOR MAILIE,
- POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY.
- MY FATHER WAS A FARMER.
- EPITAPH ON MY OWN FRIEND, AND MY FATHER'S FRIEND, WILLIAM MUIR OF TARBOLTON MILL.
- GREEN GROW THE RASHES. A FRAGMENT.
- EPISTLE TO DAVIE, A BROTHER POET.
- HOLY WILLIE'S PRAYER.
- DEATH AND DR. HORNBOOK. A TRUE STORY.
- WHEN FIRST I CAME TO STEWART KYLE.
- EPISTLE TO JOHN LAPRAIK, AN OLD SCOTTISH BARD.
- TO THE SAME. April 21st, 1785.
- TO WILLIAM SIMPSON, OCHILTREE. May, 1785.
- THE VISION.
- A POET'S WELCOME TO HIS LOVE-BEGOTTEN DAUGHTER
- THE FORNICATOR. A NEW SONG.
- THE RANTIN' DOG, THE DADDIE O'T.
- ADDRESS TO THE UNCO GUID, OR THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS.
- MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. A DIRGE.
- THE HOLY FAIR.
- TO THE REV. JOHN M'MATH,
- TO A MOUSE,
- LOVE AND LIBERTY. A CANTATA.
- TO A LOUSE,
- THE AUTHOR'S EARNEST CRY AND PRAYER,
- THE TWA DOGS. A TALE.
- THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT.
- THE AULD FARMER'S NEW-YEAR MORNING SALUTATION.
- TO JAMES SMITH.
- SCOTCH DRINK.
- ADDRESS TO THE DEIL.
- EXTEMPORE TO GAVIN HAMILTON, STANZAS ON NAETHING.
- TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY,
- EPISTLE TO A YOUNG FRIEND. MAY-1786.
- LINES WRITTEN ON A BANK-NOTE.
- ADDRESS OF BEELZEBUB.
- A DREAM.
- ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF ROBERT RUISSEAUX.
- A BARD'S EPITAPH.
- TO A HAGGIS.
- THERE WAS A LAD.
- LINES WRITTEN UNDER THE PORTRAIT OF ROBERT FERGUSSON,
- MY HARRY WAS A GALLANT GAY.
- HERE STEWARTS ONCE IN TRIUMPH REIGNED.
- MY PEGGY'S FACE.
- AN EXTEMPORANEOUS EFFUSION ON BEING APPOINTED TO THE EXCISE.
- TO DAUNTON ME.
- O'ER THE WATER TO CHARLIE.
- RATTLIN', ROARIN' WILLIE.
- EPISTLE TO HUGH PARKER.
- I LOVE MY JEAN.
- AULD LANG SYNE.
- LOUIS, WHAT RECK I BY THEE.
- ELEGY ON THE YEAR 1788.
- EPISTLE TO WILLIAM STEWART.
- AFTON WATER.
- TO ALEXANDER FINDLATER.
- TO A GENTLEMAN WHO HAD SENT HIM A NEWSPAPER,
- TIBBIE DUNBAR.
- THE TAILOR FELL THRO' THE BED.
- AY WAUKIN, O.
- LASSIE, LIE NEAR ME.
- MY LOVE SHE'S BUT A LASSIE YET.
- JAMIE, COME TRY ME.
- MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS.
- JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO.
- THE BATTLE OF SHERRA-MOOR.
- SANDY AND JOCKIE.
- TAM O' SHANTER. A TALE.
- THE BANKS O' DOON.
- TO ROBERT GRAHAM OF FINTRAY, ESQ.
- AE FOND KISS.
- THE BONIE WEE THING.
- I HAE A WIFE O' MY AIN.
- O, FOR ANE AND TWENTY, TAM!
- LADY MARY ANN.
- THE GALLANT WEAVER.
- HEY CA' THRO'.
- WHEN PRINCES AND PRELATES.
- LOGAN WATER.
- O WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YE, MY LAD.
- A RED, RED ROSE.
- SAE FLAXEN WERE HER RINGLETS.
- ODE TO SPRING.
- IS THERE FOR HONEST POVERTY.
- LINES WRITTEN ON A WINDOW OF THE GLOBE INN, DUMFRIES.
- I MURDER HATE.
- KIRKCUDBRIGHT GRACE.
- LAST MAY A BRAW WOOER.
- CHARLIE HE'S MY DARLING.
- IT WAS A' FOR OUR RIGHTFU' KING.
- OH WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST.