Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

401. The Bonie Wee Thing 1/1/2004
402. My Spouse Nancy 3/29/2010
403. From Lines To William Simson 5/13/2001
404. O Thou Dread Power 12/31/2002
405. Oh Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast 1/13/2003
406. The Battle Of Sherramuir 1/1/2004
407. Address Tothe Devil 3/29/2010
408. Epistle To J. Lapraik (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
409. Go Fetch To Me A Pint 3/29/2010
410. Of A' The Airts 12/31/2002
411. Last May A Braw Wooer 12/31/2002
412. The Lass That Made The Bed To Me 1/1/2004
413. The Twa Dogs 3/29/2010
414. Tarbolton Lasses, The 12/31/2002
415. The Wounded Hare 12/31/2002
416. Tragic Fragment 12/31/2002
417. For A' That 3/29/2010
418. The Cotter's Saturday Night 1/3/2003
419. Rigs O' Barley, The 12/31/2002
420. On A Bank Of Flowers 12/31/2002
421. Bonie Peggy Alison 12/31/2002
422. The Gloomy Night Is Gath'Ring Fast 1/3/2003
423. Tear-Drop, The 12/31/2002
424. Verses To Clarinda 12/31/2002
425. To The Wood-Lark 12/31/2002
426. My Nannie, O 1/1/2004
427. A Vision 11/15/2014
428. Thou Lingering Star 12/31/2002
429. Bonnie Lesley 5/13/2001
430. Lines On The Fall Of Fyers Near Loch Ness 12/31/2002
431. It Was A' For Our Rightful King 5/13/2001
432. Here's To Thy Health 12/31/2002
433. Holy Fair, The 12/31/2002
434. Hark! The Mavis 1/4/2003
435. Duncan Gray 5/13/2001
436. First Six Verses Of The Ninetieth Psalm Versified, The 5/13/2001
437. Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of Spring 1/1/2004
438. O Were My Love Yon Lilac Fair 1/4/2003
439. The Tear-Drop 1/1/2004
440. My Last Farewell To Stirling 3/29/2010

Comments about Robert Burns

  • 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.

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  • 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.

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John Anderson My Jo

John Anderson my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brent;
But now your brow is bled, John,
Your locks are like the straw,
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson my jo!

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