Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

81. Song—my Nanie, O! 11/15/2014
82. Song—carle, An' The King Come 11/15/2014
83. Song—tam Glen 11/15/2014
84. On Seeing Mrs. Kemble In Yarico 11/15/2014
85. Elegy On The Death Of Sir James Hunter Blair 11/15/2014
86. Song—the Braes O' Killiecrankie 11/15/2014
87. Epigram On The Said Occasion 11/15/2014
88. Lines Inscribed Under Fergusson's Portrait 11/15/2014
89. Lines Inscribed Under Fergusson's Portrait 11/15/2014
90. Versified Note To Dr. Mackenzie, Mauchline 11/15/2014
91. Song—the Battle Of Sherramuir 11/15/2014
92. Verses Inscribed Under A Noble Earl's Picture 11/15/2014
93. Song—the Gallant Weaver 11/15/2014
94. Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 3 11/15/2014
95. Epigrams Against The Earl Of Galloway 11/15/2014
96. Ode On The Departed Regency Bill 11/15/2014
97. Ode On The Departed Regency Bill 11/15/2014
98. Song—the Banks O' Doon (First Version) 11/15/2014
99. Verses To Collector Mitchell 11/15/2014
100. Song—will Ye Go To The Indies, My Mary? 11/15/2014
101. Song—fragment—why Tell The Lover 11/15/2014
102. 491. Song—Lassie wi' the Lint-white Locks 1/8/2016
103. 320. Lines to Sir John Whitefoord, Bart 1/8/2016
104. 233. Song—O were I on Parnassus Hill 1/30/2016
105. 381. Song—Fragment—No cold approach 2/1/2016
106. 329. Verses on the destruction of the Woods near Drumlanrig 3/29/2016
107. Epigram—Divine Service at Lamington 3/30/2016
108. Song—Farewell thou stream that winding flows 7/12/2016
109. 516. Song—I'll aye ca' in by yon town 7/21/2016
110. Song—clarina, Mistress Of My Soul 11/15/2014
111. Song—phillis The Fair 11/15/2014
112. Sappho Redivivus: A Fragment 11/15/2014
113. Song—fragment—damon And Sylvia 11/15/2014
114. Song—a Health To Ane I Loe Dear 11/15/2014
115. Epistle To John Goldie, In Kilmarnock 11/15/2014
116. Epigram On A Swearing Coxcomb 11/15/2014
117. Song—montgomerie's Peggy 11/15/2014
118. Lines On Meeting With Lord Daer 11/15/2014
119. Verses On Castle Gordon 11/15/2014
120. Elegy On Captain Matthew Henderson 11/15/2014

Comments about Robert Burns

  • Alex McD (8/15/2018 2:19:00 PM)

    My father sang red red rose to my mother on their wedding day in 1963 and I read it to my wife on our wedding day at Edinburgh castle in 1998

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  • Ruta Mohapatra Ruta Mohapatra (7/3/2018 12:33:00 PM)

    ' A red, red rose' is my favorite Burns poem. So romantic!

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  • Brenda breunig (5/12/2018 7:51:00 PM)

    About wonder things like roses

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  • Peter Williams (4/30/2018 4:43:00 AM)

    Sounds like a versión of the Selkirk Grace

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  • Wayne Kelder (3/19/2018 6:13:00 PM)

    My father-in-law used to recite a poem every thanksgiving about we have food and we have drink and so the Lord we thanketh. Does anyone know if that is Robert Burns?

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  • Margaret-Anne Turner (2/27/2018 5:09:00 PM)

    A short poem re: God and reversing the letters to dog and how dog worships his master puts man to shame.

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  • glenda barber (2/9/2018 1:01:00 PM)

    Apoem containing the words Birchwood on a dark night

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  • anonymous (2/1/2018 11:14:00 AM)

    Hey,
    Is there any Robert burns poems on swimming?

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  • robert burns (2/1/2018 8:03:00 AM)

    this is Robert Burnses ghost

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  • emily (1/31/2018 3:23:00 AM)

    disliking yir poems mate catch yi

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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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