Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

281. Rantin, Rovin Robin 10/25/2014
282. Remorse: A Fragment 10/24/2014
283. Remorseful Apology 10/24/2014
284. Reply To An Announcement By J. Rankine 10/25/2014
285. Rhyming Reply To A Note From Captain Riddell 10/24/2014
286. Rigs O' Barley, The 12/31/2002
287. Robert Bruce's March To Bannockburn 3/29/2010
288. Ronalds Of The Bennals, The 12/31/2002
289. Sappho Redivivus: A Fragment 11/15/2014
290. Saw You My Dear, My Philly 10/27/2014
291. Scotch Drink 12/31/2002
292. Scots Prologue For Mr. Sutherland 11/14/2014
293. Scots Wha Hae 12/31/2002
294. Scots, Wha Hae Wi' Wallace Bled 1/13/2003
295. Scroggam, My Dearie 10/25/2014
296. Second Epistle To J. Lapraik 10/25/2014
297. Second Epistle To Robert Graham, Esq., Of Fintry 10/25/2014
298. She's Fair And Fause 10/25/2014
299. Sketch In Verse, Inscribed To The Right Hon. C. J. Fox 11/15/2014
300. Sketch—new Year's Day, 1790 11/15/2014
301. Song—&Quot;Indeed Will I,&Quot; Quo' Findlay 11/15/2014
302. Song—a Health To Ane I Loe Dear 11/15/2014
303. Song—anna, Thy Charms 11/14/2014
304. Song—behold The Hour, Etc. (Second Version) 11/15/2014
305. Song—behold, My Love, How Green The Groves 11/15/2014
306. Song—beware O' Bonie Ann 11/14/2014
307. Song—blythe Hae I Been On Yon Hill 11/15/2014
308. Song—bonie Dundee: A Fragment 11/15/2014
309. Song—bonie Peggy Alison 11/15/2014
310. Song—braving Angry Winer's Storms 11/14/2014
311. Song—braw Lads O' Gala Water 11/15/2014
312. Song—by Allan Stream 11/15/2014
313. Song—carle, An' The King Come 11/15/2014
314. Song—charlie, He's My Darling 11/14/2014
315. Song—clarina, Mistress Of My Soul 11/15/2014
316. Song—composed In August 11/15/2014
317. Song—Composed in Spring 5/13/2001
318. Song—crowdie Ever Mair 11/14/2014
319. Song—down The Burn, Davie Love 11/15/2014
320. Song—fairest Maid On Devon's Banks 11/15/2014
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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