Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

481. Ye Flowery Banks 1/3/2003
482. Willie Wastle 12/31/2002
483. Scotch Drink 12/31/2002
484. John Barleycorn: A Ballad 5/13/2001
485. A Poets's Welcome To His Love-Begotten Daughter 5/13/2001
486. Holy Willie's Prayer 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 Unco Guid 1/1/2004
494. Auld Farmer's New-Year-Morning 12/31/2002
495. To A Kiss 12/31/2002
496. Ah, Woe Is Me, My Mother Dear 5/13/2001
497. Address To The Devil 5/13/2001
498. Address To The Tooth-Ache 5/13/2001
499. Tam O' Shanter 12/31/2002
500. Afton Water 5/13/2001
501. Address To A Haggis 12/31/2002
502. A Bard's Epitaph 1/1/2004
503. Ae Fond Kiss 5/13/2001
504. A Dream 1/1/2004
505. My Heart's In The Highlands 1/13/2003
506. A Bottle And Friend 1/1/2004
507. Auld Lang Syne 5/13/2001
508. To A Mouse 12/31/2002
509. A Winter Night 5/13/2001
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

  • 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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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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