Authors starting with B
- Robert Burns (January 25, 1759 - July 21, 1796) -
Ancestry: Alloway, Ayrshire, Scotland
Robert Burns 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, although much of his writing is also in English and a "light" Scots dialect, accessible to an audience beyond Scotland. He also wrote in standard English, and in these pieces, his political or civil commentary is often at its most blunt.
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. In 2009 he was voted by the Scottish public as being the Greatest Scot, through a vote run by Scottish television channel STV.
As well as making original compositions, Burns also collected folk songs from across Scotland, often revising or adapting them. His poem (and song) Auld Lang Syne is often sung at Hogmanay (the last day of the year), and Scots Wha Hae served for a long time as an unofficial national anthem of the country. 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.
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld ...
Robert Burns
There's nane that's blest of human kind,
But the cheerful and the gay, man,...
Robert Burns
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's l...
Robert Burns
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I,
And I will love the...
Robert Burns
Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie!
Your impudence protects you sairly:
I...
Robert Burns
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie,
O what a panic's in thy breastie!...
Robert Burns
Upon that night, when fairies light
On Cassilis Downans dance,
Or owre the ...
Robert Burns
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