Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

81. 523. Song—The Cooper o' Cuddy 2/15/2016
82. Epigram—Divine Service at Lamington 3/30/2016
83. Song—Farewell thou stream that winding flows 7/12/2016
84. 516. Song—I'll aye ca' in by yon town 7/21/2016
85. Song—clarina, Mistress Of My Soul 11/15/2014
86. Lines On Meeting With Lord Daer 11/15/2014
87. Song—fragment—damon And Sylvia 11/15/2014
88. Song—a Health To Ane I Loe Dear 11/15/2014
89. Epistle To John Goldie, In Kilmarnock 11/15/2014
90. Epigram On A Swearing Coxcomb 11/15/2014
91. Song—montgomerie's Peggy 11/15/2014
92. Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 2 11/15/2014
93. Epistle To John Maxwell, Esq., Of Terraughty 11/15/2014
94. Song—blythe Hae I Been On Yon Hill 11/15/2014
95. Song—kellyburn Braes 11/15/2014
96. Song—such A Parcel Of Rogues In A Nation 11/15/2014
97. Song—out Over The Forth 11/15/2014
98. Song—down The Burn, Davie Love 11/15/2014
99. Prayer—o Thou Dread Power 11/15/2014
100. Song—to Daunton Me 11/15/2014
101. Song—highland Harry Back Again 11/15/2014
102. I'Ll Go And Be A Sodger 11/15/2014
103. Here's His Health In Water 11/15/2014
104. Song—my Native Land Sae Far Awa 11/15/2014
105. Song—my Nanie's Awa 11/14/2014
106. Scots Prologue For Mr. Sutherland 11/14/2014
107. The First Six Verses Of The Ninetieth Psalm Versified 11/14/2014
108. Here's To Thy Health, My Bonie Lass 11/11/2014
109. Epitaph For Mr. W. Cruickshank 11/6/2014
110. The Five Carlins: An Election Ballad 11/6/2014
111. O Leave Novels! 11/6/2014
112. Where Are The Joys I Have Met 10/27/2014
113. Epistle To Mrs. Scott Of Wauchope House 10/27/2014
114. Saw You My Dear, My Philly 10/27/2014
115. Inscription For An Alter Of Independence 10/25/2014
116. Fickle Fortune: A Fragment 10/25/2014
117. Epigram On Dr. Babington's Looks 10/25/2014
118. Sylvander To Clarinda 10/25/2014
119. Epitaph On A Henpecked Squire 10/25/2014
120. The Bonie Lass Of Albany 10/25/2014

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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