Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

121. Song—blythe Hae I Been On Yon Hill 11/15/2014
122. Song—kellyburn Braes 11/15/2014
123. Song—such A Parcel Of Rogues In A Nation 11/15/2014
124. Song—out Over The Forth 11/15/2014
125. Song—down The Burn, Davie Love 11/15/2014
126. Prayer—o Thou Dread Power 11/15/2014
127. Song—to Daunton Me 11/15/2014
128. Song—highland Harry Back Again 11/15/2014
129. What Can A Young Lassie Do Wi' An Auld Man? 11/15/2014
130. Song—my Native Land Sae Far Awa 11/15/2014
131. I'Ll Go And Be A Sodger 11/15/2014
132. Here's His Health In Water 11/15/2014
133. Song—my Nanie's Awa 11/14/2014
134. Song—the Rigs O' Barley 11/14/2014
135. Scots Prologue For Mr. Sutherland 11/14/2014
136. The First Six Verses Of The Ninetieth Psalm Versified 11/14/2014
137. Here's To Thy Health, My Bonie Lass 11/11/2014
138. Epitaph For Mr. W. Cruickshank 11/6/2014
139. The Five Carlins: An Election Ballad 11/6/2014
140. O Leave Novels! 11/6/2014
141. Where Are The Joys I Have Met 10/27/2014
142. Epistle To Mrs. Scott Of Wauchope House 10/27/2014
143. Saw You My Dear, My Philly 10/27/2014
144. O Aye My Wife She Dang Me 10/27/2014
145. The Calf 10/25/2014
146. Inscription For An Alter Of Independence 10/25/2014
147. Fickle Fortune: A Fragment 10/25/2014
148. Epigram On Dr. Babington's Looks 10/25/2014
149. Sylvander To Clarinda 10/25/2014
150. Epitaph On A Henpecked Squire 10/25/2014
151. The Bonie Lass Of Albany 10/25/2014
152. The Dean Of Faculty: A New Ballad 10/25/2014
153. Reply To An Announcement By J. Rankine 10/25/2014
154. Thou Gloomy December 10/25/2014
155. The Kirk Of Scotland's Alarm: A Ballad 10/25/2014
156. Epigram On Miss Davies 10/25/2014
157. The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata 10/24/2014
158. Pegasus At Wanlockhead 10/24/2014
159. Lines To Mr. John Kennedy 10/24/2014
160. Song—i Hae Been At Crookieden 9/9/2013

Comments about Robert Burns

  • WILLIAM TAPOGNA (12/26/2018 9:09:00 PM)

    Great POEMS FROM A GREAT POET OF SCOTLAND

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  • Moucihasri (10/11/2018 8:13:00 PM)

    Thank you for this

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  • Sandra MacLean (9/17/2018 10:22:00 AM)

    My grandfather Kennedy used to play around Robbie Burns' cottage.

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  • 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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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.

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The Rigs O' Barley

It was upon a Lammas night,
When corn rigs are bonnie,
Beneath the moon's unclouded light,
I held away to Annie:
The time flew by wi' tentless heed
Till 'tween the late and early,
Wi' sma' persuasion, she agreed
To see me thro' the barley.
Corn rigs, an' barley rigs,

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