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

Comments about Robert Burns

  • SHAOOFKA (1/17/2019 1:09:00 PM)

    OOFT
    OOFT
    OOFT
    OOFT
    OOFT
    OOFT
    OOFT
    OOFT

    1 person liked.
    2 person did not like.
  • Shaoofka (1/17/2019 1:08:00 PM)

    Amazing stuff! WOW! I know everything now!

  • Daniel M Muir (1/16/2019 4:02:00 AM)

    This is a rubbish site, a total insult to the Bard. Not the least attempt has been made to read his poetery in the language in which it was written. If that is the best that PoemHuter can do, it would be better to pull the site down. I rate this site 1/10

  • poohead (1/16/2019 3:58:00 AM)

    i hate all of you ugly noobs

  • Frankie (1/16/2019 1:49:00 AM)

    my grandad birthday is Robert t burns day so every year he dresses up like Robert and read him oems

  • Mr. alex ac/dc (1/11/2019 5:12:00 PM)

    my neighbor's mother makes $6 hourly on the laptop watching pewdiepie. She has been out of work for two minutes but last month her payment was $15.00000000000000000000000 just working on the laptop for a few years. DONT Go to this web site and read more.....
    www.gaysas.com

  • jullie (1/9/2019 6:14:00 AM)

    i like turtles woooooooooooooo

  • niger (1/9/2019 5:18:00 AM)

    i am from nigeria ...............

  • Mr.alex Acd (1/1/2019 5:58:00 AM)

    my neighbor's mother makes $64 hourly on the laptop. She has been out of work for five months but last month her payment was $15080 just working on the laptop for a few hours. Go to this web site and read more.....
    www.geosalary.com

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

    Great POEMS FROM A GREAT POET OF SCOTLAND

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,

[Report Error]