Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

81. Song—raging Fortune: A Fragment 11/15/2014
82. The Rantin Dog, The Daddie O'T 11/15/2014
83. Lines On The Fall Of Fyers 11/15/2014
84. Epigram On Miss Fontenelle 11/15/2014
85. Song—my Nanie, O! 11/15/2014
86. Song—carle, An' The King Come 11/15/2014
87. Song—tam Glen 11/15/2014
88. On Seeing Mrs. Kemble In Yarico 11/15/2014
89. Elegy On The Death Of Sir James Hunter Blair 11/15/2014
90. Song—the Braes O' Killiecrankie 11/15/2014
91. Epigram On The Said Occasion 11/15/2014
92. Lines Inscribed Under Fergusson's Portrait 11/15/2014
93. Lines Inscribed Under Fergusson's Portrait 11/15/2014
94. Versified Note To Dr. Mackenzie, Mauchline 11/15/2014
95. Song—the Battle Of Sherramuir 11/15/2014
96. Verses Inscribed Under A Noble Earl's Picture 11/15/2014
97. Song—the Gallant Weaver 11/15/2014
98. Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 3 11/15/2014
99. Epigrams Against The Earl Of Galloway 11/15/2014
100. Ode On The Departed Regency Bill 11/15/2014
101. Ode On The Departed Regency Bill 11/15/2014
102. Song—the Banks O' Doon (First Version) 11/15/2014
103. Verses To Collector Mitchell 11/15/2014
104. Song—will Ye Go To The Indies, My Mary? 11/15/2014
105. Song—fragment—why Tell The Lover 11/15/2014
106. 381. Song—Fragment—No cold approach 2/1/2016
107. 523. Song—The Cooper o' Cuddy 2/15/2016
108. 329. Verses on the destruction of the Woods near Drumlanrig 3/29/2016
109. Epigram—Divine Service at Lamington 3/30/2016
110. Song—Farewell thou stream that winding flows 7/12/2016
111. 516. Song—I'll aye ca' in by yon town 7/21/2016
112. 491. Song—Lassie wi' the Lint-white Locks 1/8/2016
113. 320. Lines to Sir John Whitefoord, Bart 1/8/2016
114. Song—clarina, Mistress Of My Soul 11/15/2014
115. Song—phillis The Fair 11/15/2014
116. Sappho Redivivus: A Fragment 11/15/2014
117. Song—fragment—damon And Sylvia 11/15/2014
118. Song—a Health To Ane I Loe Dear 11/15/2014
119. Epistle To John Goldie, In Kilmarnock 11/15/2014
120. Epigram On A Swearing Coxcomb 11/15/2014

Comments about Robert Burns

  • Aina  Tumininu Aina Tumininu (11/22/2016 2:18:00 AM)

    I love these poems

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  • Satan Satan (10/7/2016 3:56:00 AM)

    these poems r gr9 well done robert x

  • Kenneth Bowen (6/30/2016 2:31:00 AM)

    The audio for To a Mouse is atrocious. Wi' should be pronounced wi (as in with excluding the th sound) not W I; the same for na which stands for not, instead of N A. I can't believe you let this be published.
    I expected a true Scottish rendition, not someone's feeble attempt. Also, the reader knows absolutely nothing about reading poetry.

  • 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.

  • 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.

Read the full of A Red, Red Rose

To A Louse

On Seeing One on a Lady's Bonnet at Church

Ha! whare ye gaun' ye crowlin ferlie?
Your impudence protects you sairly;
I canna say but ye strunt rarely
Owre gauze and lace,
Tho faith! I fear ye dine but sparely
On sic a place.

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