Robert Burns was a Scottish poet and lyricist. He was a pioneer of the romantic movement. After his dead he was accepted as an inspiration to the liberalism and socialism. He had a lots of influence on Scotland. In 2009 he has been chose as the greets Scot by the Scottish Public. He had thirteen children by four women in total. Seven of his kids were considered illegitimate although under Scottish law they were considered legitimate after their parent's marriage. He lost six of his children in a 16 year period between 1780 and 1796. Despite the fact that he lost six of his children he didn't change is style of writing. Maybe his style didn't change that much because he had so many kids and his first legitimate marriage was in 1786 after losing 3 children. He continued writing about country issues.Here is a piece of example from his famous work Address to the Deil.
O Thou, whatever title suit theee!
Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie,
Wha in you cavern grim an' sooty
Clos'd under hatches,
Spairges about the brunstane cootie,
To scaud poor wretches!
Hear me, auld Hangie, for a wee,
An' let poor, damned bodies bee;
I'm sure sma' pleasure it can gie,
Ev'n to a deil,
To skelp an' scaud poor dogs like me,
An' hear us squeal!
We can see his different style in his "To a Mouse" too. Here is a part of it.
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty not,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murdering pattle!
I'm truly sorry Man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion
An' fellow-mortal!
I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen-icker in a thrave
'S a sma' requet;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss
In 21 July 1796 he died because of his heart conditions. He was just 37 years old. His death affected many people. Now Scottish people are celebrating his birthday with a dinner. They call it "Burns Supper".
O Thou, whatever title suit theee!
Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie,
Wha in you cavern grim an' sooty
Clos'd under hatches,
Spairges about the brunstane cootie,
To scaud poor wretches!
Hear me, auld Hangie, for a wee,
An' let poor, damned bodies bee;
I'm sure sma' pleasure it can gie,
Ev'n to a deil,
To skelp an' scaud poor dogs like me,
An' hear us squeal!
We can see his different style in his "To a Mouse" too. Here is a part of it.
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty not,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murdering pattle!
I'm truly sorry Man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion
An' fellow-mortal!
I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen-icker in a thrave
'S a sma' requet;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss
In 21 July 1796 he died because of his heart conditions. He was just 37 years old. His death affected many people. Now Scottish people are celebrating his birthday with a dinner. They call it "Burns Supper".