Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

401. The Twa Dogs 3/29/2010
402. O Tibbie, I Hae Seen The Day 12/31/2002
403. Ye Jacobites By Name 3/25/2010
404. Tibbie Dunbar 1/13/2003
405. Airlin's Fine Braes 3/29/2010
406. Go Fetch To Me A Pint 3/29/2010
407. Epistle To A Young Friend 3/29/2010
408. Lass Of Cessnock Banks, The 5/13/2001
409. The Bonie Wee Thing 1/1/2004
410. Tarbolton Lasses, The 12/31/2002
411. The Battle Of Sherramuir 1/1/2004
412. The Lass That Made The Bed To Me 1/1/2004
413. Verses To Clarinda 12/31/2002
414. Tragic Fragment 12/31/2002
415. Ye Flowery Banks (Bonie Doon) 12/31/2002
416. My Last Farewell To Stirling 3/29/2010
417. On A Bank Of Flowers 12/31/2002
418. My Nannie, O 1/1/2004
419. The Gloomy Night Is Gath'Ring Fast 1/3/2003
420. The Wounded Hare 12/31/2002
421. The Cotter's Saturday Night 1/3/2003
422. First Six Verses Of The Ninetieth Psalm Versified, The 5/13/2001
423. Bonie Peggy Alison 12/31/2002
424. Tear-Drop, The 12/31/2002
425. Last May A Braw Wooer 12/31/2002
426. Address Tothe Devil 3/29/2010
427. O Were My Love Yon Lilac Fair 1/4/2003
428. Bonnie Lesley 5/13/2001
429. Holy Fair, The 12/31/2002
430. Tam Glen 12/31/2002
431. For A' That 3/29/2010
432. Hark! The Mavis 1/4/2003
433. A Vision 11/15/2014
434. To The Wood-Lark 12/31/2002
435. Lines On The Fall Of Fyers Near Loch Ness 12/31/2002
436. Epitaph On Holy Willie 5/13/2001
437. Here's A Health To Them That's Awa 5/13/2001
438. Ca' The Yowes To The Knowes 5/13/2001
439. Thou Lingering Star 12/31/2002
440. It Was A' For Our Rightful King 5/13/2001

Comments about Robert Burns

  • 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,

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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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