Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

1. Elegy On The Death Of Robert Ruisseaux 10/24/2014
2. Epistle To William Simson 10/25/2014
3. Epitaph On John Rankine 10/25/2014
4. Epitaph For Mr. Gabriel Richardson, Brewer 10/25/2014
5. Lament For James, Earl Of Glencairn 10/25/2014
6. Epigram On An Innkeeper (&Quot;The Marquis&Quot;) 10/25/2014
7. Epigram—thanks For A National Victory 10/25/2014
8. Epistle From Esopus To Maria 10/25/2014
9. Second Epistle To Robert Graham, Esq., Of Fintry 10/25/2014
10. The Fête Champêtre 10/25/2014
11. Epitaph For Robert Aiken, Esq. 10/27/2014
12. Sonnet On The Death Of Robert Riddell 10/27/2014
13. Sonnet To R. Graham, Esq., On Receiving A Favour 11/6/2014
14. Epistle To John Rankine 11/6/2014
15. Epitaph For Mr. William Michie, Schoolmaster 11/6/2014
16. Epitaph On William Hood, Senior 11/6/2014
17. Epigram To Miss Jean Scott 11/11/2014
18. Inscription For The Headstone Of Fergusson The Poet 11/11/2014
19. Election Ballad For Westerha' 11/14/2014
20. Song—yonder Pomp Of Costly Fashion 11/14/2014
21. Song—in The Character Of A Ruined Farmer 11/14/2014
22. Written In Friars' Carse Hermitage (Second Version) 11/14/2014
23. Epigram—the Raptures Of Folly 11/14/2014
24. Epistle To Dr. Blacklock 11/14/2014
25. Epigram Addressed To An Artist 11/14/2014
26. Song—o May, Thy Morn 11/15/2014
27. Epistle To Major Logan 11/15/2014
28. Song—gudewife, Count The Lawin 11/15/2014
29. Lines Of John M'Murdo, Esq. 11/15/2014
30. Song—behold The Hour, Etc. (Second Version) 11/15/2014
31. Elegy On The Year 1788 11/15/2014
32. Song—my Hoggie 11/15/2014
33. Epitaph On John Busby, Esq., Tinwald Downs 11/15/2014
34. Mr. William Smellie: A Sketch 11/15/2014
35. Song—the Charms Of Lovely Davies 11/15/2014
36. Epistle To James Tennant Of Glenconner 11/15/2014
37. Song—fragment—leezie Lindsay 11/15/2014
38. Epistle On J. Lapraik 11/15/2014
39. Lines To John M'Murdo Of Drumlanrig 11/15/2014
40. Song—poortith Cauld And Restless Love 11/15/2014

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  • WILLIAM TAPOGNA (12/26/2018 9:09:00 PM)


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.

Read the full of A Red, Red Rose

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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