Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

1. The Lass Of Cessnock Banks 1/1/2004
2. The Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie 1/1/2004
3. Rigs O' Barley, The 12/31/2002
4. The Banks O' Doon 1/4/2003
5. The Tarbolton Lasses 1/3/2003
6. The Ronalds Of The Bennals 3/29/2010
7. Airlin's Fine Braes 3/29/2010
8. 148. To Miss Logan, With Beattie's Poems 10/24/2014
9. Elegy On The Death Of Robert Ruisseaux 10/24/2014
10. Rhyming Reply To A Note From Captain Riddell 10/24/2014
11. To Miss Ferrier, Enclosing Elegy On Sir J. H. Blair 10/24/2014
12. Elegy On Willie Nicol's Mare 10/24/2014
13. Willie Brew'D A Peck O' Maut 10/24/2014
14. To Alex. Cunningham, Esq., Writer, Edinburgh 10/24/2014
15. Impromptu On Dumourier's Desertion Of The French Republican Army 10/25/2014
16. Epistle To William Simson 10/25/2014
17. Epistle To The Rev. John M'Math 10/25/2014
18. Epitaph On John Rankine 10/25/2014
19. Lines On The Author's Death 10/25/2014
20. Lines Inscribed In A Lady's Pocket Almanack 10/25/2014
21. Fragment—altho' He Has Left Me 10/25/2014
22. Epitaph For Mr. Gabriel Richardson, Brewer 10/25/2014
23. To John Kennedy, Dumfries House 10/25/2014
24. The Captain's Lady 10/25/2014
25. Lament For James, Earl Of Glencairn 10/25/2014
26. Second Epistle To J. Lapraik 10/25/2014
27. Lines Written Under The Picture Of Miss Burns 10/25/2014
28. Epigram On An Innkeeper (&Quot;The Marquis&Quot;) 10/25/2014
29. Epigram—thanks For A National Victory 10/25/2014
30. Epistle From Esopus To Maria 10/25/2014
31. Prologue, Spoken By Mr. Woods At Edinburgh 10/25/2014
32. Second Epistle To Robert Graham, Esq., Of Fintry 10/25/2014
33. The Gowden Locks Of Anna 10/25/2014
34. The Fête Champêtre 10/25/2014
35. Fragment—wee Willie Gray 10/25/2014
36. To Mr. M'Adam, Of Craigen-Gillan 10/25/2014
37. To Gavin Hamilton, Esq., Mauchline, Recommending A Boy 10/27/2014
38. Epitaph For Robert Aiken, Esq. 10/27/2014
39. Sonnet On The Death Of Robert Riddell 10/27/2014
40. Hey, The Dusty Miller 10/27/2014
Best Poem of Robert Burns

A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

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The Rigs O' Barley

It was upon a Lammas night,
When corn rigs are bonnie,
Beneath the moon's unclouded light,
I held away to Annie:
The time flew by wi' tentless heed
Till 'tween the late and early,
Wi' sma' persuasion, she agreed
To see me thro' the barley.
Corn rigs, an' barley rigs,

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