Burns: Selected Poems

by Robert Burns, William Beattie (Editor), Henry W. Meikle (Editor)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1889 ...fairest! Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure! 20 Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae farewell, alas! for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I 'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I 'll wage thee! The Lea-Rig. HEN o'er the hill the eastern star Tells bughtin'-time is near, my jo; And owsen frae the furrow'd field Return sae dowf and weary O; Down by the burn, where scented birks Wi' dew are hangin' clear, my jo, I 'll meet thee on the lea-rig, My ain kind dearie O. In mirkest glen, at midnight hour, I'd rove, and ne'er be eerie O, If thro' that glen I gaed to thee, My ain kind dearie, O; Altho' the night were ne'er sae wild, And I were ne'er sae weary O, I 'll meet thee on the lea-rig, My ain kind dearie O. The hunter lo'es the morning sun, To rouse the mountain deer, my jo; At noon the fisher seeks the glen, Alang the burn to steer, my jo; Gi'e me the hour o' gloamin grey, It maks my heart sae cheery O, To meet thee on the lea-rig, My ain kind dearie O. Highland Mary. "V"E banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery! Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie! There Simmer first unfald her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And, pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursel's asunder; But oh fell Death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early! Now green's...

326 pages, Paperback

Published January 1, 2012

About the author

Robert Burns (also known as Robin) was a Scottish poet and a 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. He also wrote in English and a "light" Scots, accessible to an audience beyond Scotland.

He is regarded as a pioneer of the Romantic movement and after his death became a great source of inspiration to the founders of both liberalism and socialism. A cultural icon in Scotland and among the Scottish Diaspora around the world, celebration of his life and work became almost a national charismatic cult during the 19th and 20th centuries, and his influence has long been strong on Scottish literature.

As well as making original compositions, Burns collected folk songs from across Scotland, often revising or adapting them. His Auld Lang Syne is often sung at Hogmanay (the last day of the year), and Scots Wha Hae has served as an unofficial national anthem. Other poems and songs of Burns that remain well-known across the world today, include A Red, Red Rose, A Man's A Man for A' That, To a Louse, To a Mouse, The Battle of Sherramuir, Tam o' Shanter and Ae Fond Kiss.