Robert Burns
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Robert Burns is a man of the most impassioned temper; with passions not strong only, but noble, and of the sort in which great virtues and great poems take their rise. It is his love towards his country, people, and nature that inspires him. That opens his eyes to its beauty, leading his heart and voice to praise them with his passion.
Robert Burns was born January 25, 1759, in a straw-thatched cottage, to William and Agnes Burns. His mother had a great store of folklore songs and ballads, and his father tried at all costs to surround his children with good reading and conversation. At the age of seven, his father moved the family to Mt.Otiphant from Alloway. In 1773, at the age of only 15, Robert composed his first song, Handsome Nell, in honor of the village blacksmiths daughter. In 1777, that family moved to Lochlea. In 1778, Robert was fortunate enough to have a summer term of schooling at Kirkoswald.
” It is said he ate his meals with Fergussons poems in one hand and his spoon in the other.”
(Essay on Burns, 24)
Returning to the farm, he composed Poor Mailies Elegy, Winter, and other early pieces, under a blooming interest to become a poet of the people, or as he put it, “a Scottish bard.” In 1784 his father died, and Robert, with his brother Gilbert, moved to Mossgiel, in Mauchline. Most of Roberts best work was accomplished here. At the age of 26, Robert helped his brother out on the farm. Every chance he got, during the day, he would pull his book out of his pocket and begin to read, and think out themes. At night, he would climb up into his attic room, where he would write his thoughts down before going to bed. He wrote ballads, epistles, epitaphs, satires, and dedications. He wrote of winter, spring, and summer, of rivers, braes, and uplands. He wrote of anything, and of everything, that could have ever passed his mind working through those hard days on his farm.
One thing that inspired Robert with great esteem is nature, this opens his eyes to great beauty, making his heart and voice express his praises.
“There is a true old saying, Love furthers knowledge: but above all, it is the living essence of that knowledge which makes poets; the first principle of its existence, increase, activity. Not man only, but all that environs man in the material and moral universe, is lovely in his sight: the hoary hawthorn, the troop of gray plover, the solitary curlew, all are dear to him; all live in this Earth along with him, and to all he is knit as in mysterious brotherhood. How touching is it, for instance, that, amidst the gloom of personal misery, brooding over wintry desolation without him and within him, he thinks of the ourie cattle and silly sheep, and their suffering in the pitiless.”
(Essay on Burns, 74)
I thought me in the ourie cattle,
Or silly sheep, wha bide this brattle
O wintry war,
Or thro the drift deep-lairing, sprattle,
Beneath a scaur.
Ilk happing bird, wee helpless thing,
That in the merry months o spring
Delighted me to hear thee sing,
What comes o thee?
Where wilt thou cowr thy chittering wing,
And close thy ee?
Robert Burns took these simple everyday joys; that simple civilians would merely overlook through their normal everyday day; and looked at them in a new light. He expressed the joy he felt of the coming spring; of the sounds and sights he enthusiastically describes he cant wait to witness. He sees life, and nature, deeper than the ordinary eye. In the poem above, Burns describes his excitement for the spring. How he seems to wait with anticipation for the winter to “sprattle,” and the music of the spring to play its symphony.
Under a lighter disguise, is the principle of love, which is of a great characteristic of Burns, occasionally manifests itself in the shape of humor.
” Everywhere, indeed, in his sunny moods, a full buoyant flood of mirth rolls through the mind of Burns; he rises to the high, and stoops to the low, and is brother and playmate to all Nature. Comes forth here and there, in evanescent and beautiful touches; as in Address to the Mouse, or the Farmers Mare, or the Elegy on the poor Mailie, which last may be reckoned his happiest effort of this kind.
(Essay On Burns, 78)
His humor came forth here and there, with beautiful touches, in such works as Address to the Mouse, Farmers Mare, or in his Elegy on Poor Mailie, which can be assumed his happiest effort of this kind.
Thro a the town she trotted by him;
A lang half-miled she could descry him;
Wi kindly bleat, when she did spy him,
She ran wi speed:
A friend mair faithfu neer cam nigh him,
Than Mailie dead.
This piece from Elegy on Poor Mailie shows how Burns uses light humor to remember Mailie. Burns describes Mailies sly way of spying on, one can assume, her husband or lover. Burns uses the happy and gleeful times to describe Mailies small, but meaningful, life. He has the gift of taking