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.
Robert Burns is paraphrased more than quoted because so much of his vocabulary sounds archaic today.
On the front of the yellow cigarette box is a poem by Robert Burns that Gram likes to sing to an old Irish tune: Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes.
Christina Baker Kline -- Orphan Train
I know it’s a poem by Robert Burns.
J.D. Salinger -- The Catcher in the Rye
Robert Burns, "It was a’ for our Rightfu’ King," II.
James Fenimore Cooper -- The Deerslayer
"I can hear my thrush, my Hylocichla guttata pritchardi," he said, and then he quoted his favorite poet, Robert Burns: " ’Sing on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough.’ "
Gloria Whelan -- Listening for Lions
Earlier, Robert Burns has given us a song or two.
Ralph Waldo Emerson -- Selected Essays
Jill McCorkle -- Ferris Beach
The smaller girl put in his lap Robert Burns, the tomcat, respected by all because last summer when a large brown bear had walked a boom log onto the dwelling float, he had greeted him with such an outraged screech that the bear had fallen off the log and into the chuck.
Margaret Craven -- I Heard the Owl Call My Name
Now and again an Emily Brontė or a Robert Burns blazes out and proves its presence.