Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

241. My Love, She's But A Lassie Yet 3/29/2010
242. My Nannie, O 1/1/2004
243. My Spouse Nancy 3/29/2010
244. Nature's Law: A Poem 10/24/2014
245. News, Lassies, News 10/25/2014
246. No Churchman Am I 10/24/2014
247. No Churchman Am I 10/24/2014
248. Now Spring Has Clad The Grove In Green 12/31/2002
249. Ny Nannie, O 12/31/2002
250. O Aye My Wife She Dang Me 10/27/2014
251. O Leave Novels! 11/6/2014
252. O Thou Dread Power 12/31/2002
253. O Tibbie, I Hae Seen The Day 12/31/2002
254. O Were My Love Yon Lilac Fair 1/4/2003
255. O, Were My Love 12/31/2002
256. Ode For General Washington's Birthday 11/14/2014
257. Ode On The Departed Regency Bill 11/15/2014
258. Ode On The Departed Regency Bill 11/15/2014
259. Of A' The Airts 12/31/2002
260. Oh Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast 1/13/2003
261. On A Bank Of Flowers 12/31/2002
262. On A Scotch Bard, Gone To The West Indies 10/27/2014
263. On Chloris Being Ill 10/25/2014
264. On Elphinstone's Translation Of Martial's Epigrams 10/25/2014
265. On Glenriddell's Fox Breaking His Chain 11/15/2014
266. On Seeing Mrs. Kemble In Yarico 11/15/2014
267. On Tam The Chapman 10/24/2014
268. On The Birth Of A Posthumous Child 11/15/2014
269. On The Death Of Robert Dundas, Esq., Of Arniston 11/15/2014
270. On The Late Captain Grose's Peregrinations 11/15/2014
271. On The Seas And Far Away 10/24/2014
272. One Night As I Did Wander 11/14/2014
273. Open The Door To Me, Oh 10/25/2014
274. Paraphrase Of The First Psalm 12/31/2002
275. Pegasus At Wanlockhead 10/24/2014
276. Peggy 12/31/2002
277. Ploughman's Life, The 12/31/2002
278. Poem On Pastoral Poetry 10/24/2014
279. Poem On Sensibility 10/25/2014
280. Poor Mailie's Elegy 12/31/2002
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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