Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

481. Green Grow The Rashes 1/13/2003
482. Holy Willie's Prayer 5/13/2001
483. Halloween 1/1/2004
484. A Fiddler In The North 1/1/2004
485. Scots, Wha Hae Wi' Wallace Bled 1/13/2003
486. A Poets's Welcome To His Love-Begotten Daughter 5/13/2001
487. To A Louse 12/31/2002
488. Carigieburn Wood 5/13/2001
489. Song—Composed in Spring 5/13/2001
490. Coming Through The Rye 1/13/2003
491. Highland Mary 5/13/2001
492. A Dedication 1/1/2004
493. Address To The Tooth-Ache 5/13/2001
494. Address To The Unco Guid 1/1/2004
495. Auld Farmer's New-Year-Morning 12/31/2002
496. Ah, Woe Is Me, My Mother Dear 5/13/2001
497. To A Kiss 12/31/2002
498. Afton Water 5/13/2001
499. Address To The Devil 5/13/2001
500. Ae Fond Kiss 5/13/2001
501. Tam O' Shanter 12/31/2002
502. Address To A Haggis 12/31/2002
503. A Bottle And Friend 1/1/2004
504. A Bard's Epitaph 1/1/2004
505. A Dream 1/1/2004
506. Auld Lang Syne 5/13/2001
507. To A Mouse 12/31/2002
508. A Winter Night 5/13/2001
509. My Heart's In The Highlands 1/13/2003
510. A Man's A Man For A' That 5/13/2001
511. A Fond Kiss 1/3/2003
512. A Red, Red Rose 5/13/2001

Comments about Robert Burns

  • Cj Mcwilliam Cj Mcwilliam (1/25/2016 5:07:00 AM)

    Scotch is actually the Scottish word for Scots, but the language itself actually differs depending on which area you're in, I think Burns spoke Doric.

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  • Robert Buchanan (7/17/2015 10:31:00 PM)

    Stephen he may well have been drinking Scotch but as Jennifer says the language is Scots or Auld Scots and it was not so much the language which was suppressed but the culture of the people, the music and the dress but to give two examples. Robert Burns was a remarkable man, his breath may have stopped but his voice is still heard.

  • 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.

  • 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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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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