Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

321. Song—Composed in Spring 5/13/2001
322. Song—crowdie Ever Mair 11/14/2014
323. Song—down The Burn, Davie Love 11/15/2014
324. Song—fairest Maid On Devon's Banks 11/15/2014
325. Song—farewell To The Highlands 10/24/2014
326. Song—fragment—damon And Sylvia 11/15/2014
327. Song—fragment—johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver 11/6/2014
328. Song—fragment—leezie Lindsay 11/15/2014
329. Song—fragment—there Was A Bonie Lass 11/15/2014
330. Song—fragment—why Tell The Lover 11/15/2014
331. Song—gudewife, Count The Lawin 11/15/2014
332. Song—guid Ale Keeps The Heart Aboon 11/15/2014
333. Song—had I A Cave 11/14/2014
334. Song—highland Harry Back Again 11/15/2014
335. Song—i Hae A Wife O' My Ain 11/15/2014
336. Song—i Hae Been At Crookieden 9/9/2013
337. Song—i'Ll Meet Thee On The Lea Rig 11/15/2014
338. Song—i'M O'Er Young To Marry Yet 11/14/2014
339. Song—in The Character Of A Ruined Farmer 11/14/2014
340. Song—it Was A' For Our Rightfu' King 11/14/2014
341. Song—kellyburn Braes 11/15/2014
342. Song—kenmure's On And Awa, Willie 11/15/2014
343. Song—kissing My Katie 10/27/2014
344. Song—lady Mary Ann 11/14/2014
345. Song—lady Onlie, Honest Luckie 11/15/2014
346. Song—mary Morison 11/15/2014
347. Song—montgomerie's Peggy 11/15/2014
348. Song—m'Pherson's Farewell 11/15/2014
349. Song—my Collier Laddie 11/15/2014
350. Song—my Hoggie 11/15/2014
351. Song—my Nanie, O! 11/15/2014
352. Song—my Nanie's Awa 11/14/2014
353. Song—my Native Land Sae Far Awa 11/15/2014
354. Song—my Wife's A Winsome Wee Thing 11/15/2014
355. Song—o May, Thy Morn 11/15/2014
356. Song—o Were My Love You Lilac Fair 11/15/2014
357. Song—of A' The Airts The Wind Can Blaw 11/15/2014
358. Song—on A Bank Of Flowers 11/15/2014
359. Song—out Over The Forth 11/15/2014
360. Song—phillis The Fair 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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Address To The Unco Guid

My Son, these maxims make a rule,
An' lump them aye thegither;
The Rigid Righteous is a fool,
The Rigid Wise anither:
The cleanest corn that ere was dight
May hae some pyles o' caff in;
So ne'er a fellow creature slight
For random fits o' daffin.
Solomon.--Eccles. ch. vii. verse 16

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