Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

81. Elegy On The Death Of Robert Ruisseaux 10/24/2014
82. Elegy On The Death Of Sir James Hunter Blair 11/15/2014
83. Elegy On The Year 1788 11/15/2014
84. Elegy On Willie Nicol's Mare 10/24/2014
85. Epigram Addressed To An Artist 11/14/2014
86. Epigram On A Country Laird (Cardoness) 11/15/2014
87. Epigram On A Suicide 10/24/2014
88. Epigram On A Swearing Coxcomb 11/15/2014
89. Epigram On An Innkeeper (&Quot;The Marquis&Quot;) 10/25/2014
90. Epigram On Andrew Turner 10/25/2014
91. Epigram On Dr. Babington's Looks 10/25/2014
92. Epigram On Miss Davies 10/25/2014
93. Epigram On Miss Fontenelle 11/15/2014
94. Epigram On Politics 11/15/2014
95. Epigram On Rough Roads 11/11/2014
96. Epigram On The Said Occasion 11/15/2014
97. Epigram To Miss Ainslie In Church 10/27/2014
98. Epigram To Miss Jean Scott 11/11/2014
99. Epigrams Against The Earl Of Galloway 11/15/2014
100. Epigram—thanks For A National Victory 10/25/2014
101. Epigram—the Raptures Of Folly 11/14/2014
102. Epigram—the Toad-Eater 10/25/2014
103. Epigram—the True Loyal Natives 10/25/2014
104. Epistle From Esopus To Maria 10/25/2014
105. Epistle On J. Lapraik 11/15/2014
106. Epistle To A Young Friend 3/29/2010
107. Epistle To Davie, A Brother Poet 11/15/2014
108. Epistle To Dr. Blacklock 11/14/2014
109. Epistle To Hugh Parker 10/25/2014
110. Epistle To J. Lapraik (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
111. Epistle To James Tennant Of Glenconner 11/15/2014
112. Epistle To John Goldie, In Kilmarnock 11/15/2014
113. Epistle To John Maxwell, Esq., Of Terraughty 11/15/2014
114. Epistle To John Rankine 11/6/2014
115. Epistle To Major Logan 11/15/2014
116. Epistle To Mrs. Scott Of Wauchope House 10/27/2014
117. Epistle To The Rev. John M'Math 10/25/2014
118. Epistle To William Simson 10/25/2014
119. Epitaph For James Smith 11/15/2014
120. Epitaph For Mr. Gabriel Richardson, Brewer 10/25/2014
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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