Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

281. Poem On Sensibility 10/25/2014
282. Poor Mailie's Elegy 12/31/2002
283. Prayer, Under The Pressure Of Violent Anguish 12/31/2002
284. Prayer—o Thou Dread Power 11/15/2014
285. Prologue, Spoken By Mr. Woods At Edinburgh 10/25/2014
286. Prologue, Spoken By Mr. Woods At Edinburgh 10/25/2014
287. Rantin, Rovin Robin 10/25/2014
288. Remorse: A Fragment 10/24/2014
289. Remorseful Apology 10/24/2014
290. Reply To An Announcement By J. Rankine 10/25/2014
291. Rhyming Reply To A Note From Captain Riddell 10/24/2014
292. Rigs O' Barley, The 12/31/2002
293. Robert Bruce's March To Bannockburn 3/29/2010
294. Ronalds Of The Bennals, The 12/31/2002
295. Sappho Redivivus: A Fragment 11/15/2014
296. Saw You My Dear, My Philly 10/27/2014
297. Scotch Drink 12/31/2002
298. Scots Prologue For Mr. Sutherland 11/14/2014
299. Scots Wha Hae 12/31/2002
300. Scots, Wha Hae Wi' Wallace Bled 1/13/2003
301. Scroggam, My Dearie 10/25/2014
302. Second Epistle To J. Lapraik 10/25/2014
303. Second Epistle To Robert Graham, Esq., Of Fintry 10/25/2014
304. She's Fair And Fause 10/25/2014
305. Sketch In Verse, Inscribed To The Right Hon. C. J. Fox 11/15/2014
306. Sketch—new Year's Day, 1790 11/15/2014
307. Song—&Quot;Indeed Will I,&Quot; Quo' Findlay 11/15/2014
308. Song—a Health To Ane I Loe Dear 11/15/2014
309. Song—anna, Thy Charms 11/14/2014
310. Song—behold The Hour, Etc. (Second Version) 11/15/2014
311. Song—behold, My Love, How Green The Groves 11/15/2014
312. Song—beware O' Bonie Ann 11/14/2014
313. Song—blythe Hae I Been On Yon Hill 11/15/2014
314. Song—bonie Dundee: A Fragment 11/15/2014
315. Song—bonie Peggy Alison 11/15/2014
316. Song—braving Angry Winer's Storms 11/14/2014
317. Song—braw Lads O' Gala Water 11/15/2014
318. Song—by Allan Stream 11/15/2014
319. Song—carle, An' The King Come 11/15/2014
320. Song—charlie, He's My Darling 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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