Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

121. Epistle To The Rev. John M'Math 10/25/2014
122. Epistle To William Simson 10/25/2014
123. Epitaph For James Smith 11/15/2014
124. Epitaph For Mr. Gabriel Richardson, Brewer 10/25/2014
125. Epitaph For Mr. W. Cruickshank 11/6/2014
126. Epitaph For Mr. William Michie, Schoolmaster 11/6/2014
127. Epitaph For Robert Aiken, Esq. 10/27/2014
128. Epitaph For William Nicol, High School, Edinburgh 10/25/2014
129. Epitaph On &Quot;Wee Johnnie&Quot; 10/25/2014
130. Epitaph On A Henpecked Squire 10/25/2014
131. Epitaph On A Lap-Dog 11/14/2014
132. Epitaph On A Noisy Polemic 11/15/2014
133. Epitaph On A Noted Coxcomb 11/15/2014
134. Epitaph On Holy Willie 5/13/2001
135. Epitaph On James Grieve 10/25/2014
136. Epitaph On John Busby, Esq., Tinwald Downs 11/15/2014
137. Epitaph On John Dove, Innkeeper 10/25/2014
138. Epitaph On John Rankine 10/25/2014
139. Epitaph On My Ever Honoured Father 10/24/2014
140. Epitaph On The Same 10/25/2014
141. Epitaph On William Hood, Senior 11/6/2014
142. Epitaph On William Muir 10/24/2014
143. Extempore Reply To An Invitation 11/15/2014
144. Fareweel To A'Our Scottish Fame 1/13/2003
145. Farewell To Eliza 10/25/2014
146. Farewell To The Banks Of Ayr 10/27/2014
147. Fickle Fortune: A Fragment 10/25/2014
148. First Six Verses Of The Ninetieth Psalm Versified, The 5/13/2001
149. For A' That 3/29/2010
150. For A' That And A' That 5/13/2001
151. Forlorn, My Love, No Comfort Here 10/25/2014
152. Frae The Friends And Land I Love 10/25/2014
153. Fragment Of Song—&Quot;My Jean!&Quot; 11/15/2014
154. Fragment Of Song—the Night Was Still 11/15/2014
155. Fragment—altho' He Has Left Me 10/25/2014
156. Fragment—her Flwoing Locks 11/6/2014
157. Fragment—wee Willie Gray 10/25/2014
158. From Lines To William Simson 5/13/2001
159. Go Fetch To Me A Pint 3/29/2010
160. Go On, Sweet Bird, And Soothe My Care 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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