Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

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

Read the full of A Red, Red Rose

Address To The Unco Guid

My Son, these maxims make a rule,
An' lump them aye thegither;
The Rigid Righteous is a fool,
The Rigid Wise anither:
The cleanest corn that ere was dight
May hae some pyles o' caff in;
So ne'er a fellow creature slight
For random fits o' daffin.
Solomon.--Eccles. ch. vii. verse 16

[Report Error]