Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

161. To Alex. Cunningham, Esq., Writer, Edinburgh 10/24/2014
162. Masonic Song—ye Sons Of Old Killie 10/24/2014
163. To The Beautiful Miss Eliza J——n, On Her Principles Of Liberty And Eqality 10/24/2014
164. Tam Samson's Elegy 10/25/2014
165. Remorse: A Fragment 10/24/2014
166. The Brigs Of Ayr 10/24/2014
167. On Tam The Chapman 10/24/2014
168. Epigram—the True Loyal Natives 10/25/2014
169. Poem On Sensibility 10/25/2014
170. Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 4 10/25/2014
171. Verses On Captain Grose 10/25/2014
172. Address To Wm. Tytler, Esq., Of Woodhouselee 10/25/2014
173. Suppressed Stanzas Of &Quot;The Vision&Quot; 10/25/2014
174. Epistle To Hugh Parker 10/25/2014
175. Epitaph On The Same 10/25/2014
176. News, Lassies, News 10/25/2014
177. Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive 10/25/2014
178. Epigram—the Toad-Eater 10/25/2014
179. You'Re Welcome, Willie Stewart 10/27/2014
180. Epigram To Miss Ainslie In Church 10/27/2014
181. The Wounded Hare 11/6/2014
182. Song—fragment—johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver 11/6/2014
183. Fragment—her Flwoing Locks 11/6/2014
184. Epigram On Rough Roads 11/11/2014
185. Song—lady Mary Ann 11/14/2014
186. Song—charlie, He's My Darling 11/14/2014
187. Inscription To Jessie Lewars 11/15/2014
188. Song—talk Of Him That's Far Awa 11/15/2014
189. Elegy On Stella 11/15/2014
190. Song—bonie Peggy Alison 11/15/2014
191. Song—braw Lads O' Gala Water 11/15/2014
192. The Poet's Progress 11/15/2014
193. Song—the Captive Ribband 11/15/2014
194. Impromptu Lines To Captain Riddell 11/15/2014
195. Song—wandering Willie (Revised Version) 11/15/2014
196. Verses Written With A Pencil At The Inn At Kenmore 11/15/2014
197. Song—my Collier Laddie 11/15/2014
198. Song—m'Pherson's Farewell 11/15/2014
199. Sketch In Verse, Inscribed To The Right Hon. C. J. Fox 11/15/2014
200. Song—the Bonie Wee Thing 11/15/2014

Comments about Robert Burns

  • 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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  • 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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Best Poem of Robert Burns

A Winter Night

When biting Boreas, fell and doure,
Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r;
When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r,
Far south the lift,
Dim-dark'ning thro' the flaky show'r,
Or whirling drift:

Ae night the storm the steeples rocked,
Poor Labour sweet in sleep was locked,
While burns, wi' snawy wreeths upchoked,
Wild-eddying swirl,
Or thro' the mining outlet bocked,
Down headlong hurl.

List'ning, the doors an' winnocks rattle,
I thought me on the ourie cattle,
Or silly sheep, wha bide this brattle
...

Read the full of A Winter Night

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,