Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

441. O Were My Love Yon Lilac Fair 1/4/2003
442. The Tear-Drop 1/1/2004
443. Lass That Made The Bed To Me, The 12/31/2002
444. Mary Morison 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. Now Spring Has Clad The Grove In Green 12/31/2002
456. Up In The Morning Early 12/31/2002
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. My Highland Lassie, O 12/31/2002
463. Ye Banks And Braes O'Bonnie Doon 1/13/2003
464. Anna, Thy Charms 1/1/2004
465. Robert Bruce's March To Bannockburn 3/29/2010
466. Cotter's Saturday Night, The 12/31/2002
467. Lament For Culloden 1/4/2003
468. Scots Wha Hae 12/31/2002
469. Battle Of Sherramuir, The 12/31/2002
470. The Farewell 1/4/2003
471. For A' That And A' That 5/13/2001
472. Banks O' Doon, The 12/31/2002
473. In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer 12/31/2002
474. John Anderson My Jo 1/3/2003
475. Bonie Doon 5/13/2001
476. Scots, Wha Hae Wi' Wallace Bled 1/13/2003
477. I Dream'D I Lay 12/31/2002
478. Fareweel To A'Our Scottish Fame 1/13/2003
479. John Barleycorn: A Ballad 5/13/2001
480. Holy Willie's Prayer 5/13/2001

Comments about Robert Burns

  • 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.

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  • 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.

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  • 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.

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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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