Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

361. The Hairst O' Rettie 3/29/2010
362. Wha Is That At My Bower-Door 3/29/2010
363. The First Six Verses Of The Ninetieth Psalm Versified 3/29/2010
364. The Auld Farmer's New-Year-Morning Salutation To His Auld Mare , Maggie 1/1/2004
365. To Mary In Heaven 3/29/2010
366. It Was A' For Our Rightfu' King 3/29/2010
367. Bonie Lesley 3/29/2010
368. The Birks Of Aberfeldy 3/29/2010
369. Ronalds Of The Bennals, The 12/31/2002
370. The Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie 1/1/2004
371. The Ploughman's Life 3/29/2010
372. Sketch—new Year's Day, 1790 11/15/2014
373. The Muckin' O' Geordie's Byre 3/29/2010
374. My Eppie Macnab 3/29/2010
375. The Banks O' Doon 1/4/2003
376. Prayer, Under The Pressure Of Violent Anguish 12/31/2002
377. Poor Mailie's Elegy 12/31/2002
378. Song—the Winter It Is Past 3/29/2010
379. Wee Willie Gray 3/29/2010
380. Airlin's Fine Braes 3/29/2010
381. The Lover’s Morning Salute To His Mistress 3/29/2010
382. The Holy Fair 3/29/2010
383. To Miss Jessie Lewars 3/29/2010
384. The Slave’s Lament 3/25/2010
385. Ye Jacobites By Name 3/25/2010
386. Here's A Bottle 3/29/2010
387. The Tarbolton Lasses 1/3/2003
388. Ploughman's Life, The 12/31/2002
389. Peggy 12/31/2002
390. M'Pherson's Rant 3/29/2010
391. Go Fetch To Me A Pint 3/29/2010
392. The Lass Of Cessnock Banks 1/1/2004
393. Lass Of Cessnock Banks, The 5/13/2001
394. Ny Nannie, O 12/31/2002
395. The Twa Dogs 3/29/2010
396. Tarbolton Lasses, The 12/31/2002
397. O Tibbie, I Hae Seen The Day 12/31/2002
398. Tibbie Dunbar 1/13/2003
399. The Battle Of Sherramuir 1/1/2004
400. A Vision 11/15/2014

Comments about Robert Burns

  • Cj Mcwilliam Cj Mcwilliam (1/25/2016 5:07:00 AM)

    Scotch is actually the Scottish word for Scots, but the language itself actually differs depending on which area you're in, I think Burns spoke Doric.

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  • Robert Buchanan (7/17/2015 10:31:00 PM)

    Stephen he may well have been drinking Scotch but as Jennifer says the language is Scots or Auld Scots and it was not so much the language which was suppressed but the culture of the people, the music and the dress but to give two examples. Robert Burns was a remarkable man, his breath may have stopped but his voice is still heard.

  • Jennifer Barker (5/21/2015 12:02:00 PM)

    The language is actually Scots, not Scotch (as in the whisky) . It is a 800+ year old language.

  • Stephen W (1/1/2014 5:22:00 PM)

    @Ryan Walker: he was writing in Scotch, a perfectly respectable language, later suppressed by a tyrannical government.

  • Ryan Walker (1/26/2012 12:13:00 PM)

    Interesting. His poetry reminds me of when I read Mark Twain's Huckelberry Finn. It's a great use of broken and common language. It certainly adds an aspect to his poetry.

  • Ted Mohr (12/11/2009 11:35:00 AM)

    Your copy of Robert Burns' A Man's a Man for A' That appears to me to have left out one line in the final stanza which when entered would make the 5th and 6th lines read:
    For a' that, an' a' that,
    It’s cuming yet, for a' that,

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

To A Louse

On Seeing One on a Lady's Bonnet at Church

Ha! whare ye gaun' ye crowlin ferlie?
Your impudence protects you sairly;
I canna say but ye strunt rarely
Owre gauze and lace,
Tho faith! I fear ye dine but sparely
On sic a place.

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