Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

41. Inscription For The Headstone Of Fergusson The Poet 11/11/2014
42. Election Ballad For Westerha' 11/14/2014
43. Song—yonder Pomp Of Costly Fashion 11/14/2014
44. Song—in The Character Of A Ruined Farmer 11/14/2014
45. Written In Friars' Carse Hermitage (Second Version) 11/14/2014
46. Epigram—the Raptures Of Folly 11/14/2014
47. Song—it Was A' For Our Rightfu' King 11/14/2014
48. Epistle To Dr. Blacklock 11/14/2014
49. Song—crowdie Ever Mair 11/14/2014
50. Inscription At Friars' Carse Hermitage 11/15/2014
51. Epigram Addressed To An Artist 11/14/2014
52. Song—o May, Thy Morn 11/15/2014
53. Epistle To Major Logan 11/15/2014
54. Song—gudewife, Count The Lawin 11/15/2014
55. Lines Of John M'Murdo, Esq. 11/15/2014
56. Song—behold The Hour, Etc. (Second Version) 11/15/2014
57. Elegy On The Year 1788 11/15/2014
58. Song—my Hoggie 11/15/2014
59. The Libeller's Self-Reproof 11/15/2014
60. Epitaph On John Busby, Esq., Tinwald Downs 11/15/2014
61. Inscription On Mr. Syme's Crystal Goblet 11/15/2014
62. Mr. William Smellie: A Sketch 11/15/2014
63. Song—the Charms Of Lovely Davies 11/15/2014
64. Epistle To James Tennant Of Glenconner 11/15/2014
65. Song—fragment—leezie Lindsay 11/15/2014
66. Epistle On J. Lapraik 11/15/2014
67. Lines To John M'Murdo Of Drumlanrig 11/15/2014
68. Song—poortith Cauld And Restless Love 11/15/2014
69. Song—the Dumfries Volunteers 11/15/2014
70. Burlesque Lament Fo Wm. Creech's Absence 11/15/2014
71. Epitaph On A Noisy Polemic 11/15/2014
72. Song—i'Ll Meet Thee On The Lea Rig 11/15/2014
73. Extempore Reply To An Invitation 11/15/2014
74. On The Birth Of A Posthumous Child 11/15/2014
75. On The Death Of Robert Dundas, Esq., Of Arniston 11/15/2014
76. Song—bonie Dundee: A Fragment 11/15/2014
77. Epitaph On A Noted Coxcomb 11/15/2014
78. Song—lady Onlie, Honest Luckie 11/15/2014
79. Versicles On Sign-Posts 11/15/2014
80. Song—kenmure's On And Awa, Willie 11/15/2014
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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