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

Comments about Robert Burns

  • emily (1/31/2018 3:23:00 AM)

    disliking yir poems mate catch yi

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  • johnny (1/29/2018 5:38:00 AM)

    horrble i hate poets poems are rubbish

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  • charlotte (1/25/2018 12:56:00 PM)

    i had so much fun doing to a mouse in my Scottish assembly at school. Robert burns is so inspirational

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  • Rahul Shil Rahul Shil (1/25/2018 11:29:00 AM)

    Happy Birthday My Lovely Poet

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  • Ella - Faye Burns (1/25/2018 10:59:00 AM)

    He is my great great great great great great great grandad

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  • alyssia (1/15/2018 3:26:00 PM)

    i go to practise my poem

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  • Billy (1/15/2018 3:42:00 AM)

    Hey guys yeeeeybyeshksgusmvmshgs

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  • Lelld (12/21/2017 2:34:00 AM)

    Very traditional for my country

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  • h dog (11/21/2017 10:49:00 AM)

    i hate poems i'm here for a English project ya'll nerds

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  • h dog (11/21/2017 10:48:00 AM)

    i hate poems i'm here for a English project ya'll r nerds

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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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