Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

241. News, Lassies, News 10/25/2014
242. No Churchman Am I 10/24/2014
243. No Churchman Am I 10/24/2014
244. Now Spring Has Clad The Grove In Green 12/31/2002
245. Ny Nannie, O 12/31/2002
246. O Aye My Wife She Dang Me 10/27/2014
247. O Leave Novels! 11/6/2014
248. O Thou Dread Power 12/31/2002
249. O Tibbie, I Hae Seen The Day 12/31/2002
250. O Were My Love Yon Lilac Fair 1/4/2003
251. O, Were My Love 12/31/2002
252. Ode For General Washington's Birthday 11/14/2014
253. Ode On The Departed Regency Bill 11/15/2014
254. Ode On The Departed Regency Bill 11/15/2014
255. Of A' The Airts 12/31/2002
256. Oh Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast 1/13/2003
257. On A Bank Of Flowers 12/31/2002
258. On A Scotch Bard, Gone To The West Indies 10/27/2014
259. On Chloris Being Ill 10/25/2014
260. On Elphinstone's Translation Of Martial's Epigrams 10/25/2014
261. On Glenriddell's Fox Breaking His Chain 11/15/2014
262. On Seeing Mrs. Kemble In Yarico 11/15/2014
263. On Tam The Chapman 10/24/2014
264. On The Birth Of A Posthumous Child 11/15/2014
265. On The Death Of Robert Dundas, Esq., Of Arniston 11/15/2014
266. On The Late Captain Grose's Peregrinations 11/15/2014
267. On The Seas And Far Away 10/24/2014
268. One Night As I Did Wander 11/14/2014
269. Open The Door To Me, Oh 10/25/2014
270. Paraphrase Of The First Psalm 12/31/2002
271. Pegasus At Wanlockhead 10/24/2014
272. Peggy 12/31/2002
273. Ploughman's Life, The 12/31/2002
274. Poem On Pastoral Poetry 10/24/2014
275. Poem On Sensibility 10/25/2014
276. Poor Mailie's Elegy 12/31/2002
277. Prayer, Under The Pressure Of Violent Anguish 12/31/2002
278. Prayer—o Thou Dread Power 11/15/2014
279. Prologue, Spoken By Mr. Woods At Edinburgh 10/25/2014
280. Prologue, Spoken By Mr. Woods At Edinburgh 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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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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