Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

161. Green Grow The Rashes 1/13/2003
162. Halloween 1/1/2004
163. Handsome Nell 5/13/2001
164. Hark! The Mavis 1/4/2003
165. Here's A Bottle 3/29/2010
166. Here's A Health To Them That's Awa 5/13/2001
167. Here's His Health In Water 11/15/2014
168. Here's To Thy Health 12/31/2002
169. Here's To Thy Health, My Bonie Lass 11/11/2014
170. Hey, The Dusty Miller 10/27/2014
171. Highland Mary 5/13/2001
172. Holy Fair, The 12/31/2002
173. Holy Willie's Prayer 5/13/2001
174. How Cruel Are The Parents 10/24/2014
175. I Dream'D I Lay 12/31/2002
176. I Love My Love In Secret 10/25/2014
177. I Murder Hate 10/24/2014
178. I'Ll Go And Be A Sodger 11/15/2014
179. Impromptu Lines To Captain Riddell 11/15/2014
180. Impromptu On Carron Iron Works 10/25/2014
181. Impromptu On Dumourier's Desertion Of The French Republican Army 10/25/2014
182. Impromptu On Mrs. Riddell's Birthday 10/25/2014
183. In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer 12/31/2002
184. Inconstancy In Love 10/25/2014
185. Inscribed On A Work Of Hannah More's 11/6/2014
186. Inscription At Friars' Carse Hermitage 11/15/2014
187. Inscription For An Alter Of Independence 10/25/2014
188. Inscription For The Headstone Of Fergusson The Poet 11/11/2014
189. Inscription On Mr. Syme's Crystal Goblet 11/15/2014
190. Inscription To Chloris 10/24/2014
191. Inscription To Jessie Lewars 11/15/2014
192. It Was A' For Our Rightfu' King 3/29/2010
193. It Was A' For Our Rightful King 5/13/2001
194. Jamie, Come Try Me 10/27/2014
195. Jean 1/4/2003
196. John Anderson My Jo 1/3/2003
197. John Barleycorn: A Ballad 5/13/2001
198. Lament For Culloden 1/4/2003
199. Lament For James, Earl Of Glencairn 10/25/2014
200. Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots 11/14/2014
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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To A Louse

On Seeing One on a Lady's Bonnet at Church

Ha! whare ye gaun' ye crowlin ferlie?
Your impudence protects you sairly;
I canna say but ye strunt rarely
Owre gauze and lace,
Tho faith! I fear ye dine but sparely
On sic a place.

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