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The Complete Works of Robert Burns (1886)

de Robert Burns

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This is a high quality book of the original classic edition. This is a freshly published edition of this culturally important work, which is now, at last, again available to you. Enjoy this classic work. These few paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside: ...If I am unable to share in the hesitation expressed by one of them on the authorship of the stanzas on "Pastoral Poetry," I can as little share in the feelings with which they have intruded into the charmed circle of his poetry such compositions as "Lines on the Ruins of Lincluden College," "Verses on the Destruction of the Woods of Drumlanrig," "Verses written on a Marble Slab in the Woods of Aberfeldy," and those entitled "The Tree of Liberty." ...the composition of Shenstone, and which is to be found in the church-yard of Hales-Owen: as it is not included in every edition of that poets acknowledged works, Burns, who was an admirer of his genius, had, it seems, copied it with his own hand, and hence my error. ... When I have stated that I have arranged the Poems, the Songs, and the Letters of Burns, as nearly as possible in the order in which they were written; that I have omitted no piece of either verse or prose which bore the impress of his hand, nor included any by which his high reputation would likely be impaired, I have said all that seems necessary to be said, save that the following letter came too late for insertion in its proper place: it is characteristic and worth a place anywhere. ...Most of the songs which he composed under the influences to which I have alluded are of the first order: "Bonnie Lesley," "Highland Mary," "Auld Rob Morris," "Duncan Gray," "Wandering Willie," "Meg o the Mill," "The poor and honest sodger," "Bonnie Jean," "Phillis the fair," "John Anderson my Jo," "Had I a cave on some wild distant shore," "Whistle and Ill come to you, my lad," "Bruces Address to his men at Bannockburn," "Auld Lang Syne," "Thine am I, my faithful fair," "Wilt thou be my dearie," "O Chloris, mark how green the groves," "Contented wi little, and cantie wi mair," "Their groves of sweet myrtle," "Last May a braw wooer came down the long glen," "O Mallys meek, Mallys sweet," "Hey for a lass wi a tocher,"[li] "Heres a health to ane I loe dear," and the "Fairest maid on Devon banks." I cannot give to my country this edition of one of its favourite poets, without stating that I have deliberately omitted several pieces of verse ascribed to Burns by other editors, who too hastily, and I think on insufficient testimony, admitted them among his works. If I am unable to share in the hesitation expressed by one of them on the authorship of the stanzas on "Pastoral Poetry," I can as little share in the feelings with which they have intruded into the charmed circle of his poetry such compositions as "Lines on the Ruins of Lincluden College," "Verses on the Destruction of the Woods of Drumlanrig," "Verses written on a Marble Slab in the Woods of Aberfeldy," and those entitled "The Tree of Liberty." These productions, with the exception of the last, were never seen by any one even in the handwriting of Burns, and are one and all wanting in that original vigour of language and manliness of sentiment which distinguish his poetry. With respect to "The Tree of Liberty" in particular, a subject dear to the heart of the Bard, can any one conversant with his genius imagine that he welcomed its growth or celebrated its fruit with such "capon craws" as these? "Upo this tree there grows sic fruit, Its virtues a can tell, man; It raises man aboon the brute, It maks him ken himsel, man. Gif ance the peasant taste a bit, Hes greater than a lord, man, An wi a beggar shares a mite O a he can afford, man."… (més)
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I feel abashed to admit I don't much like the poetry of Robert Burns. I'm in a decided minority on GoodReads. Only one member gave this one star and eight gave it two stars--versus 71 who gave it five stars. Robert Burns is a major poet; I tried this book of his poetry because it was on Good Reading's "100 Significant Books." I've found reading through that list quite an education that has illuminated Western culture every time I've read one of those books listed. Even those I despised, such as Joyce's Ulysses, I've found well worth reading because you then recognize how it has influenced the literary landscape and culture. Burns is no exception. He is Scotland's favorite son, and I imagine his use of Scots dialect and the vernacular was revolutionary. He is also considered a forerunner of the Romantic Movement and I can see that, especially in his extolling of nature--he has some of the most famous poems about animals in the English Language. Particularly "To a Mouse," a line of which was used as the title Of Mice and Men by Steinbeck.

I guess I can blame my reaction on the Scots dialect. I have to admit that to see words like "beastie" and "mousie" seemed very nursery rhyme to me, and often the use of the dialect was so thick as to be impenetrable. Take for instance this opening stanza of "Address to a Haggis:"

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the pudding-race!
Aboon them a' yet tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o'a grace
As lang's my arm.


So no, not for me--and yes, there are poets I've loved: Sappho, Omar Khayyam, Shakespeare, Donne, Keats, Dickinson, T.S. Eliot, Frost among others. For what it's worth, I may try Burns again someday. There are two things I think I could do to make him more accessible--and that might be true for other readers as well too embarrassed to admit this didn't enthrall them. For one, the edition I read was downloaded for free from Project Gutenberg--a very old edition beyond copyright. A more annotated edition, that gave explanations for the various unfamiliar words might have made a great difference. So even if the content might deserve a better rating, well, I think this edition is not a good introduction. And poetry especially benefits from being read aloud. This might be a case where a talking or audio book might have been a superior experience to the written word. ( )
  LisaMaria_C | Jan 2, 2014 |
Burns was born in a clay cottage on January 25th, 1759, in the neighborhood of Alloway Kirk and the Bridge of Doon.

Alexander Smith provides a fairly comprehensive biographical memoir, and a separate chronology, glossary, and index. The poems reflect a "vague Jacobitism".

{The largely non-Catholic Scots had their own form of Jacobitism. After James II was deposed in 1688 and replaced by his daughter Mary II, ruling jointly with her husband and first cousin (James's nephew) William III, the Stuarts lived in exile, occasionally attempting to regain the throne. The strongholds of Jacobitism were the Scottish Highlands, Ireland and Northern England. Some support also existed in Wales. The Jacobites believed that parliamentary interference with monarchical succession was illegal. Catholics also hoped the Stuarts would end recusancy. In Scotland, the Jacobite cause became entangled in the last throes of the warrior clan system. The emblem of the Jacobites is the White Cockade. White Rose Day is celebrated on 10 June, the anniversary of the birth of the Old Pretender in 1688. It is now a symbol of the disaffected, and the remaining Stuart heir on the continent has not made claims for centuries.}

The poems, songs, and letters of Robert Burns. The volume is bound in half-Russian leather, with marbled edges and gilt on the spine. The print is small.
  keylawk | Mar 15, 2013 |
Being in chronological order, it brings a new perspective to the works. ( )
  Alba1302 | Dec 15, 2011 |
Frans G Bengtsson varnar vid ett tillfälle med rätta för utgåvor med folks samlade verk: ytterst få författare håller sådan jämn kvalitet att allt de skrivit är värt att läsas (undantagen utgörs främst av personer med mycket begränsad produktion). Denna tes gäller i högsta grad Robert Burns: av sexhundra tätskrivna sidor upptas hälften av diverse brev, vars intresse för ickespecialister är ytterst ringa (jag har heller inte läst dem alla), och av den del som innehåller material på vers utgörs ytterligare en dryg halva av diverse dagsverser, versbundna epistlar, epitafier och liknande, och det är alltså endast en fjärdedel av volymen som främst utgörs av den typ av kärlekspoesi som poeten kanske är mest uppskattad för.

Denna kärlekspoesi är heller ingen dålig sak, må vara att skotskan stundom ställer stora hinder i vägen. Kunskaper i nordiska språk hjälper en smula, men en liten ordbok skulle varit till mycken glädje. Den rustika poesin går dock fram väl ändå: det är mycket unga vackra skotska flickor, älskande par som struntar i föräldrar och fattigdom, flickor som längtar efter pojken som måst gå in i armén och liknande, även om mer påtaglig tragik också förekommer ibland. Denna sorts ämnen har väl numera hamnat helt i händerna på schlagermakare, men Burns hanterar det väl, som i A red, red rose. Här finns också sådant som engelskans stora allsång, Auld lang syne, och mer dryckesviseartade saker som O guid ale came, och hans kanske för detta ändamål lite väl långa men mycket roliga variant av John Barleycorn , som handlar om hur tre kungar står efter det arma kornets liv, och hugger av honom vid fötterna, slår honom mör, dränker honom i vatten, hivar omkring honom, rostar honom över eld, och krossar honom mellan kvarnstenar, men

John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
Of noble enterprise;
For if you do but taste his blood,
'Twill make your courage rise.

'Twill make a man forget his woe;
'Twill heighten all his joy;
'Twill make the widow's heart to sing,
Tho' the tear were in her eye.

Then let us toast John Barleycorn,
Each man a glass in hand;
And may his great posterity
Ne'er fail in old Scotland!

Även den förra delen har en del trevliga saker insprängda bland all tillfällighetsdikt: bland annat den lilla dikt om den stackars mus vars hus förstördes av plogen, med raden som Steinbeck sedan tog till titel på en av sina böcker, eller den förtjusande To a haggis, vilket troligen enda gången inälvsmat besjungits av en stor poet.

Som sagt bör man dock inte som jag inskaffa Burns samlade verk: skaffa istället ett gott urval, med ordbok och helst förklarande noter (Burns har uttryckliga jakobitiska sympatier, och dikter om skotska uppror säger troligen inte svenska läsare så mycket). Då kan man få en riktigt trevlig stund i sällskap med en skicklig poet. ( )
  andejons | Mar 2, 2010 |
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This is a high quality book of the original classic edition. This is a freshly published edition of this culturally important work, which is now, at last, again available to you. Enjoy this classic work. These few paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside: ...If I am unable to share in the hesitation expressed by one of them on the authorship of the stanzas on "Pastoral Poetry," I can as little share in the feelings with which they have intruded into the charmed circle of his poetry such compositions as "Lines on the Ruins of Lincluden College," "Verses on the Destruction of the Woods of Drumlanrig," "Verses written on a Marble Slab in the Woods of Aberfeldy," and those entitled "The Tree of Liberty." ...the composition of Shenstone, and which is to be found in the church-yard of Hales-Owen: as it is not included in every edition of that poets acknowledged works, Burns, who was an admirer of his genius, had, it seems, copied it with his own hand, and hence my error. ... When I have stated that I have arranged the Poems, the Songs, and the Letters of Burns, as nearly as possible in the order in which they were written; that I have omitted no piece of either verse or prose which bore the impress of his hand, nor included any by which his high reputation would likely be impaired, I have said all that seems necessary to be said, save that the following letter came too late for insertion in its proper place: it is characteristic and worth a place anywhere. ...Most of the songs which he composed under the influences to which I have alluded are of the first order: "Bonnie Lesley," "Highland Mary," "Auld Rob Morris," "Duncan Gray," "Wandering Willie," "Meg o the Mill," "The poor and honest sodger," "Bonnie Jean," "Phillis the fair," "John Anderson my Jo," "Had I a cave on some wild distant shore," "Whistle and Ill come to you, my lad," "Bruces Address to his men at Bannockburn," "Auld Lang Syne," "Thine am I, my faithful fair," "Wilt thou be my dearie," "O Chloris, mark how green the groves," "Contented wi little, and cantie wi mair," "Their groves of sweet myrtle," "Last May a braw wooer came down the long glen," "O Mallys meek, Mallys sweet," "Hey for a lass wi a tocher,"[li] "Heres a health to ane I loe dear," and the "Fairest maid on Devon banks." I cannot give to my country this edition of one of its favourite poets, without stating that I have deliberately omitted several pieces of verse ascribed to Burns by other editors, who too hastily, and I think on insufficient testimony, admitted them among his works. If I am unable to share in the hesitation expressed by one of them on the authorship of the stanzas on "Pastoral Poetry," I can as little share in the feelings with which they have intruded into the charmed circle of his poetry such compositions as "Lines on the Ruins of Lincluden College," "Verses on the Destruction of the Woods of Drumlanrig," "Verses written on a Marble Slab in the Woods of Aberfeldy," and those entitled "The Tree of Liberty." These productions, with the exception of the last, were never seen by any one even in the handwriting of Burns, and are one and all wanting in that original vigour of language and manliness of sentiment which distinguish his poetry. With respect to "The Tree of Liberty" in particular, a subject dear to the heart of the Bard, can any one conversant with his genius imagine that he welcomed its growth or celebrated its fruit with such "capon craws" as these? "Upo this tree there grows sic fruit, Its virtues a can tell, man; It raises man aboon the brute, It maks him ken himsel, man. Gif ance the peasant taste a bit, Hes greater than a lord, man, An wi a beggar shares a mite O a he can afford, man."

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