Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

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

John Anderson my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brent;
But now your brow is bled, John,
Your locks are like the straw,
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson my jo!

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