Lyric Poem · Nature
Winter: A Dirge
by Robert Burns
1THE WINTRY west extends his blast,
2 And hail and rain does blaw;
3Or the stormy north sends driving forth
4 The blinding sleet and snaw:
5While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down,
6 And roars frae bank to brae;
7And bird and beast in covert rest,
8 And pass the heartless day.
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Quick facts
- Poem
- Winter: A Dirge
- Poet
- Robert Burns
- Length
- 24 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem
- Themes
- Nature, Winter, Sad
Craft notes
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- Shape
- 24 lines · 3 octaves
- Line length
- Lines run 6-8 syllables (median 8), consistent with tetrameter. No single length dominates, which is normal once elision and contraction are in play.
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- Author record
- Robert Burns1759–1796
- Source record
- PoetryDBWinter: A Dirge by robert-burns, PoetryDB transcription
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
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- Editorial handling
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