Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

161. The Kirk Of Scotland's Alarm: A Ballad 10/25/2014
162. Epigram On Miss Davies 10/25/2014
163. The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata 10/24/2014
164. Pegasus At Wanlockhead 10/24/2014
165. Lines To Mr. John Kennedy 10/24/2014
166. Song—i Hae Been At Crookieden 9/9/2013
167. Epigram Addressed To An Artist 11/14/2014
168. Song—the Braes O' Killiecrankie 11/15/2014
169. Song—the Captive Ribband 11/15/2014
170. Elegy On Stella 11/15/2014
171. Impromptu Lines To Captain Riddell 11/15/2014
172. Song—wandering Willie (Revised Version) 11/15/2014
173. Inscription To Jessie Lewars 11/15/2014
174. The Poet's Progress 11/15/2014
175. Song—talk Of Him That's Far Awa 11/15/2014
176. Song—bonie Peggy Alison 11/15/2014
177. News, Lassies, News 10/25/2014
178. Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive 10/25/2014
179. Epigram To Miss Ainslie In Church 10/27/2014
180. You'Re Welcome, Willie Stewart 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. Remorse: A Fragment 10/24/2014
188. The Brigs Of Ayr 10/24/2014
189. On Tam The Chapman 10/24/2014
190. To The Beautiful Miss Eliza J——n, On Her Principles Of Liberty And Eqality 10/24/2014
191. Masonic Song—ye Sons Of Old Killie 10/24/2014
192. Tam Samson's Elegy 10/25/2014
193. Verses On Captain Grose 10/25/2014
194. Address To Wm. Tytler, Esq., Of Woodhouselee 10/25/2014
195. Epigram—the True Loyal Natives 10/25/2014
196. Poem On Sensibility 10/25/2014
197. Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 4 10/25/2014
198. Suppressed Stanzas Of &Quot;The Vision&Quot; 10/25/2014
199. Epistle To Hugh Parker 10/25/2014
200. Epigram—the Toad-Eater 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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