Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

81. Extempore Reply To An Invitation 11/15/2014
82. On The Birth Of A Posthumous Child 11/15/2014
83. On The Death Of Robert Dundas, Esq., Of Arniston 11/15/2014
84. Song—bonie Dundee: A Fragment 11/15/2014
85. Epitaph On A Noted Coxcomb 11/15/2014
86. Song—lady Onlie, Honest Luckie 11/15/2014
87. Versicles On Sign-Posts 11/15/2014
88. Song—kenmure's On And Awa, Willie 11/15/2014
89. Song—raging Fortune: A Fragment 11/15/2014
90. The Rantin Dog, The Daddie O'T 11/15/2014
91. Song—my Nanie, O! 11/15/2014
92. Song—carle, An' The King Come 11/15/2014
93. Song—tam Glen 11/15/2014
94. On Seeing Mrs. Kemble In Yarico 11/15/2014
95. Elegy On The Death Of Sir James Hunter Blair 11/15/2014
96. Song—the Braes O' Killiecrankie 11/15/2014
97. Lines On The Fall Of Fyers 11/15/2014
98. Epigram On Miss Fontenelle 11/15/2014
99. Lines Inscribed Under Fergusson's Portrait 11/15/2014
100. Lines Inscribed Under Fergusson's Portrait 11/15/2014
101. Versified Note To Dr. Mackenzie, Mauchline 11/15/2014
102. Song—the Battle Of Sherramuir 11/15/2014
103. Verses Inscribed Under A Noble Earl's Picture 11/15/2014
104. Epigram On The Said Occasion 11/15/2014
105. Song—the Gallant Weaver 11/15/2014
106. Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 3 11/15/2014
107. Epigrams Against The Earl Of Galloway 11/15/2014
108. Ode On The Departed Regency Bill 11/15/2014
109. Ode On The Departed Regency Bill 11/15/2014
110. Song—the Banks O' Doon (First Version) 11/15/2014
111. Verses To Collector Mitchell 11/15/2014
112. Song—will Ye Go To The Indies, My Mary? 11/15/2014
113. Song—fragment—why Tell The Lover 11/15/2014
114. 491. Song—Lassie wi' the Lint-white Locks 1/8/2016
115. 320. Lines to Sir John Whitefoord, Bart 1/8/2016
116. 233. Song—O were I on Parnassus Hill 1/30/2016
117. 381. Song—Fragment—No cold approach 2/1/2016
118. 523. Song—The Cooper o' Cuddy 2/15/2016
119. 329. Verses on the destruction of the Woods near Drumlanrig 3/29/2016
120. Epigram—Divine Service at Lamington 3/30/2016

Comments about Robert Burns

  • 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.

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  • 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.

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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