Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

1. Elegy On The Death Of Robert Ruisseaux 10/24/2014
2. Rhyming Reply To A Note From Captain Riddell 10/24/2014
3. To Miss Ferrier, Enclosing Elegy On Sir J. H. Blair 10/24/2014
4. Elegy On Willie Nicol's Mare 10/24/2014
5. Willie Brew'D A Peck O' Maut 10/24/2014
6. To Alex. Cunningham, Esq., Writer, Edinburgh 10/24/2014
7. Impromptu On Dumourier's Desertion Of The French Republican Army 10/25/2014
8. Epistle To William Simson 10/25/2014
9. Epistle To The Rev. John M'Math 10/25/2014
10. Epitaph On John Rankine 10/25/2014
11. Lines Inscribed In A Lady's Pocket Almanack 10/25/2014
12. Fragment—altho' He Has Left Me 10/25/2014
13. Second Epistle To J. Lapraik 10/25/2014
14. Lament For James, Earl Of Glencairn 10/25/2014
15. Lines Written Under The Picture Of Miss Burns 10/25/2014
16. Epigram—thanks For A National Victory 10/25/2014
17. Epistle From Esopus To Maria 10/25/2014
18. Prologue, Spoken By Mr. Woods At Edinburgh 10/25/2014
19. Epigram On An Innkeeper (&Quot;The Marquis&Quot;) 10/25/2014
20. Second Epistle To Robert Graham, Esq., Of Fintry 10/25/2014
21. The Gowden Locks Of Anna 10/25/2014
22. The Fête Champêtre 10/25/2014
23. Fragment—wee Willie Gray 10/25/2014
24. To Gavin Hamilton, Esq., Mauchline, Recommending A Boy 10/27/2014
25. Epitaph For Robert Aiken, Esq. 10/27/2014
26. To Mr. M'Adam, Of Craigen-Gillan 10/25/2014
27. Sonnet On The Death Of Robert Riddell 10/27/2014
28. Hey, The Dusty Miller 10/27/2014
29. The Mauchline Lady: A Fragment 10/27/2014
30. Epistle To John Rankine 11/6/2014
31. Sonnet To R. Graham, Esq., On Receiving A Favour 11/6/2014
32. Craigieburn Wood 11/6/2014
33. Epitaph On William Hood, Senior 11/6/2014
34. Epitaph For Mr. William Michie, Schoolmaster 11/6/2014
35. Inscribed On A Work Of Hannah More's 11/6/2014
36. Epigram To Miss Jean Scott 11/11/2014
37. Inscription For The Headstone Of Fergusson The Poet 11/11/2014
38. Election Ballad For Westerha' 11/14/2014
39. Song—yonder Pomp Of Costly Fashion 11/14/2014
40. Song—in The Character Of A Ruined Farmer 11/14/2014

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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

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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