Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

41. Ah, Woe Is Me, My Mother Dear 5/13/2001
42. Airlin's Fine Braes 3/29/2010
43. Anna 5/13/2001
44. Anna, Thy Charms 1/1/2004
45. Another On The Said Occasion 10/25/2014
46. Apology To Mr. Syme For Not Dining With Him 11/15/2014
47. Auld Farmer's New-Year-Morning 12/31/2002
48. Auld Lang Syne 5/13/2001
49. Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 1 11/15/2014
50. Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 2 11/15/2014
51. Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 3 11/15/2014
52. Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 4 10/25/2014
53. Ballad On The American War 10/25/2014
54. Banks O' Doon, The 12/31/2002
55. Battle Of Sherramuir, The 12/31/2002
56. Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive 10/25/2014
57. Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive 10/25/2014
58. Birks Of Aberfeldie, The 12/31/2002
59. Birthday Ode For 31st December, 1787 10/25/2014
60. Bonie Doon 5/13/2001
61. Bonie Jean: A Ballad 11/15/2014
62. Bonie Lesley 3/29/2010
63. Bonie Peggy Alison 12/31/2002
64. Bonie Wee Thing, The 12/31/2002
65. Bonnie Lesley 5/13/2001
66. Burlesque Lament Fo Wm. Creech's Absence 11/15/2014
67. Ca' The Yowes To The Knowes 5/13/2001
68. Caledonia: A Ballad 11/14/2014
69. Carigieburn Wood 5/13/2001
70. Coming Through The Rye 1/13/2003
71. Commemoration Of Rodney's Victory 10/27/2014
72. Complimentary Epigram To Mrs. Riddell 11/15/2014
73. Cotter's Saturday Night, The 12/31/2002
74. Craigieburn Wood 1/1/2004
75. Craigieburn Wood 11/6/2014
76. Death And Dr. Hornbook 10/24/2014
77. Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie, The 12/31/2002
78. Despondency -- An Ode 5/13/2001
79. Duncan Gray 5/13/2001
80. Election Ballad At Close Of Contest For Representing The Dumfries Burghs, 1790 10/24/2014
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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Banks O' Doon, The

Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu' o' care!
Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wantons thro' the flowering thorn:
Thou minds me o' departed joys,
Departed never to return.

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