Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

121. Elegy On Captain Matthew Henderson 11/15/2014
122. Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 2 11/15/2014
123. Song—phillis The Fair 11/15/2014
124. Epistle To John Maxwell, Esq., Of Terraughty 11/15/2014
125. Song—blythe Hae I Been On Yon Hill 11/15/2014
126. Song—kellyburn Braes 11/15/2014
127. Song—such A Parcel Of Rogues In A Nation 11/15/2014
128. Song—out Over The Forth 11/15/2014
129. Song—down The Burn, Davie Love 11/15/2014
130. Prayer—o Thou Dread Power 11/15/2014
131. Song—to Daunton Me 11/15/2014
132. Song—highland Harry Back Again 11/15/2014
133. Song—my Native Land Sae Far Awa 11/15/2014
134. Song—my Nanie's Awa 11/14/2014
135. I'Ll Go And Be A Sodger 11/15/2014
136. What Can A Young Lassie Do Wi' An Auld Man? 11/15/2014
137. Here's His Health In Water 11/15/2014
138. Song—the Rigs O' Barley 11/14/2014
139. Scots Prologue For Mr. Sutherland 11/14/2014
140. The First Six Verses Of The Ninetieth Psalm Versified 11/14/2014
141. Here's To Thy Health, My Bonie Lass 11/11/2014
142. Epitaph For Mr. W. Cruickshank 11/6/2014
143. The Five Carlins: An Election Ballad 11/6/2014
144. O Leave Novels! 11/6/2014
145. O Aye My Wife She Dang Me 10/27/2014
146. Where Are The Joys I Have Met 10/27/2014
147. Epistle To Mrs. Scott Of Wauchope House 10/27/2014
148. Saw You My Dear, My Philly 10/27/2014
149. Inscription For An Alter Of Independence 10/25/2014
150. Fickle Fortune: A Fragment 10/25/2014
151. The Calf 10/25/2014
152. Epigram On Dr. Babington's Looks 10/25/2014
153. Sylvander To Clarinda 10/25/2014
154. Epitaph On A Henpecked Squire 10/25/2014
155. Reply To An Announcement By J. Rankine 10/25/2014
156. Thou Gloomy December 10/25/2014
157. The Bonie Lass Of Albany 10/25/2014
158. The Dean Of Faculty: A New Ballad 10/25/2014
159. The Kirk Of Scotland's Alarm: A Ballad 10/25/2014
160. Epigram On Miss Davies 10/25/2014
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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John Anderson My Jo

John Anderson my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brent;
But now your brow is bled, John,
Your locks are like the straw,
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson my jo!

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