Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

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

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

Banks O' Doon, The

Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu' o' care!
Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wantons thro' the flowering thorn:
Thou minds me o' departed joys,
Departed never to return.

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