ROBERT BURNS, the Ploughman Poet презентация

Ayrshire was born in January 25, 1759 two miles south of Ayr, in Alloway, South Ayrshire, Scotland. Robert was the eldest of the seven children of William Burness, a farmer, and Agnes Broun. Burns grew up in poverty and hardship, and the severe manual labour of the farm left its traces in a premature stoop and a weakened constitution. He had little regular schooling and got much of his education from his father, who taught his children reading, writing, arithmetic, geography, and history After a few years of home education, Burns was sent to Dalrymple Parish School during the summer of 1772 before returning at harvest time to full-time farm labouring until 1773, when he was sent to Lodge for three weeks to study grammar, French, and Latin.

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. Burns is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland, and a pioneer of the Romantic movement. His influence has been strong on Scottish literature. As well as making original compositions, Burns also collected folk songs from across Scotland, often revising or adapting them.

Burns Cottage in Alloway, Scotland

Brig O'Doon, Alloway

Hogmanay (New 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, Ae Fond Kis and others.

North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

Farewell to the mountains, high-covered with snow, Farewell to the straths and green vallies below; Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods, Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.

poem and a well-known song, which women particularly enjoy

O, my Luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June. O, my Luve's like a melodie That's sweetly played in tune. As fair as thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt with sun: And I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands of life shall run: And fare thee well, my only luve! And fare thee weel, a while! And I will come again, my luve, Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.

Jean Armour, and is a declaration of his love for her.

Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the west, For there the bonie lassie lives, The lassie I love best. There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And monie a hill between, But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever with my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers - I see her sweet and fair. I hear her in the tuneful birds - I hear her charm the air. There's not a bonie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonie bird that sings, But minds me of my Jean.

a farmer Upon the Carrick border And carefully he bred me
In decency and order He bade me act a manly part, Though I had never a farthing For without an honest manly heart, No man was worth regarding
Then out into the world My course I did determine Tho' to be rich was not my wish,
Yet to be great was charming My talents they were not the worst, Nor yet my education Resolved was I, at least to try, To mend my situation
In many a way, and vain essay, I courted fortune's favour Some cause unseen still stept between, To frustrate each endeavour Sometimes by foes I was overpowered, Sometimes by friends forsaken And when my hope was at the top, I still was worst mistaken.

at last,
With fortune's vain delusion I dropt my schemes, like idle dreams, And came to this conclusion The past was bad, and the future hid; Its good or ill untried But the present hour, was in my power And so I would enjoy it.
No help, nor hope, nor view had I, Nor person to befriend me
So I must toil, and sweat and broil, And labour to sustain me
To plough and sow, to reap and mow, My father bred me early For one, he said, to labour bred, Was a match for fortune fairly.
Thus all obscure, unknown, and poor,
Thro' life I'm doomed to wander Till down my weary bones I lay, In everlasting slumber No view nor care, but shun whatever Might breed me pain or sorrow I live today as well as I may, Regardless of tomorrow

But cheerful still, I am as well,
As a monarch in a palace
Tho' Fortune's frown still hunts me down,
With all her wonted malice I make indeed my daily bread, But never can make it farther But, as daily bread is all I need, I do not much regard her
When sometimes by my labour I earn a little money Some unforeseen misfortune Comes generally upon me Mischance, mistake, or by neglect, Or my goodnatured folly But come what will, I've sworn it still, I'll never be melancholy
All you who follow wealth and power, With unremitting ardour The more in this you look for bliss, You leave your view the farther Had you the wealth Potosi boasts, Or nations to adorn you A cheerful honest-hearted clown I will prefer before you.

37, it was fulfilling and eventful. Starting out as a farmer then moving on to become a writer, Burns travelled throughout Scotland where he gathered inspiration for much of his work. The stunning Ayrshire scenery and the romantic setting of Dumfries helped provide the insight for compiling much of his romantic material

Dumfries, St Michael's Church, Burial Place of Robert Burns

Robert Burns died in this house in Dumfries in 1796

Robert Burns Mausoleum at St Michaels churchyard in Dumfries.

dedicated to the life and work of Robert Burns.

Burns Monument, Kay Park Kilmarnock

The Burns Monument in Alloway

The National Burns Memorial at Mauchline

Statue of Burns in Dumfries town center.

the world have been celebrating his life and his genius each year at or around his birth date. This first recorded Burns celebration was held in July 1801 on the anniversary of his death. Later it would change to the evening of the anniversary of his birth and would become "Burns Night" with the focal point being the "Burns Supper“.

night to celebrate the life and works of the national Bard. Suppers can range from an informal gathering of friends to a huge, formal dinner full of pomp and circumstance. The items which suppers have in common are haggis, Scotch whisky, Burns poems and songs, dancing and some traditional pipe music.

join hands, and sing Auld Lang Syne which brings the evening to an end.

Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of auld lang syne!
For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll take a cup of kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
And here's a hand, my trusty friend! And gives a hand o’thine! We'll take a a cup of kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll take a cup of kindness yet, For auld lang syne.