Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

441. The Tear-Drop 1/1/2004
442. Lass That Made The Bed To Me, The 12/31/2002
443. Mary Morison 12/31/2002
444. Now Spring Has Clad The Grove In Green 12/31/2002
445. Here's A Health To Them That's Awa 5/13/2001
446. Ca' The Yowes To The Knowes 5/13/2001
447. The Rigs O' Barley 1/1/2004
448. To A Mountain Daisy 12/31/2002
449. O, Were My Love 12/31/2002
450. Bonie Wee Thing, The 12/31/2002
451. Jean 1/4/2003
452. Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie, The 12/31/2002
453. Birks Of Aberfeldie, The 12/31/2002
454. Epitaph On Holy Willie 5/13/2001
455. Up In The Morning Early 12/31/2002
456. Robert Bruce's March To Bannockburn 3/29/2010
457. Winter: A Dirge 12/31/2002
458. My Bonnie Mary 1/4/2003
459. Despondency -- An Ode 5/13/2001
460. Handsome Nell 5/13/2001
461. Love In The Guise Of Friendship 3/29/2010
462. Battle Of Sherramuir, The 12/31/2002
463. Ye Banks And Braes O'Bonnie Doon 1/13/2003
464. Banks O' Doon, The 12/31/2002
465. Anna, Thy Charms 1/1/2004
466. Cotter's Saturday Night, The 12/31/2002
467. Lament For Culloden 1/4/2003
468. Scots Wha Hae 12/31/2002
469. My Highland Lassie, O 12/31/2002
470. The Farewell 1/4/2003
471. For A' That And A' That 5/13/2001
472. In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer 12/31/2002
473. John Barleycorn: A Ballad 5/13/2001
474. Scots, Wha Hae Wi' Wallace Bled 1/13/2003
475. I Dream'D I Lay 12/31/2002
476. Fareweel To A'Our Scottish Fame 1/13/2003
477. Ye Flowery Banks 1/3/2003
478. John Anderson My Jo 1/3/2003
479. Bonie Doon 5/13/2001
480. Holy Willie's Prayer 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 Fond Kiss

A fond kiss, and then we sever;
A farewell, and then forever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me;
Dark despair around benights me.
I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,
Nothing could resist my Nancy;
But to see her was to love her;
Love but her, and love forever.
Had we never lov'd say kindly,
Had we never lov'd say blindly,
Never met--or never parted--
We had ne'er been ...

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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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