Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

161. Halloween 1/1/2004
162. Handsome Nell 5/13/2001
163. Hark! The Mavis 1/4/2003
164. Here's A Bottle 3/29/2010
165. Here's A Health To Them That's Awa 5/13/2001
166. Here's His Health In Water 11/15/2014
167. Here's To Thy Health 12/31/2002
168. Here's To Thy Health, My Bonie Lass 11/11/2014
169. Hey, The Dusty Miller 10/27/2014
170. Highland Mary 5/13/2001
171. Holy Fair, The 12/31/2002
172. Holy Willie's Prayer 5/13/2001
173. How Cruel Are The Parents 10/24/2014
174. I Dream'D I Lay 12/31/2002
175. I Love My Love In Secret 10/25/2014
176. I Murder Hate 10/24/2014
177. I'Ll Go And Be A Sodger 11/15/2014
178. Impromptu Lines To Captain Riddell 11/15/2014
179. Impromptu On Carron Iron Works 10/25/2014
180. Impromptu On Dumourier's Desertion Of The French Republican Army 10/25/2014
181. Impromptu On Mrs. Riddell's Birthday 10/25/2014
182. In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer 12/31/2002
183. Inconstancy In Love 10/25/2014
184. Inscribed On A Work Of Hannah More's 11/6/2014
185. Inscription At Friars' Carse Hermitage 11/15/2014
186. Inscription For An Alter Of Independence 10/25/2014
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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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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