Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

161. Hey, The Dusty Miller 10/27/2014
162. Impromptu On Dumourier's Desertion Of The French Republican Army 10/25/2014
163. The Gowden Locks Of Anna 10/25/2014
164. Lines Written Under The Picture Of Miss Burns 10/25/2014
165. Elegy On The Death Of Robert Ruisseaux 10/24/2014
166. To The Beautiful Miss Eliza J——n, On Her Principles Of Liberty And Eqality 10/24/2014
167. Masonic Song—ye Sons Of Old Killie 10/24/2014
168. Suppressed Stanzas Of &Quot;The Vision&Quot; 10/25/2014
169. Verses On Captain Grose 10/25/2014
170. Poem On Sensibility 10/25/2014
171. News, Lassies, News 10/25/2014
172. Song—bonie Peggy Alison 11/15/2014
173. The Poet's Progress 11/15/2014
174. Song—wandering Willie (Revised Version) 11/15/2014
175. Fragment Of Song—&Quot;My Jean!&Quot; 11/15/2014
176. Song—whistle And I'Ll Come To You 11/15/2014
177. Song—the Highland Balou 11/14/2014
178. Here's To Thy Health, My Bonie Lass 11/11/2014
179. Where Are The Joys I Have Met 10/27/2014
180. What Can A Young Lassie Do Wi' An Auld Man? 11/15/2014
181. Song—my Native Land Sae Far Awa 11/15/2014
182. Epigram On A Swearing Coxcomb 11/15/2014
183. Verses On Castle Gordon 11/15/2014
184. The Bonie Lass Of Albany 10/25/2014
185. Sylvander To Clarinda 10/25/2014
186. Song—i Hae Been At Crookieden 9/9/2013
187. Epigram On An Innkeeper (&Quot;The Marquis&Quot;) 10/25/2014
188. The Captain's Lady 10/25/2014
189. Lines Inscribed In A Lady's Pocket Almanack 10/25/2014
190. Elegy On The Year 1788 11/15/2014
191. To Mr. M'Adam, Of Craigen-Gillan 10/25/2014
192. Scroggam, My Dearie 10/25/2014
193. Song—had I A Cave 11/14/2014
194. Complimentary Epigram To Mrs. Riddell 11/15/2014
195. The Twa Herds; Or, The Holy Tulyie 11/14/2014
196. Song—m'Pherson's Farewell 11/15/2014
197. Song—behold, My Love, How Green The Groves 11/15/2014
198. Song—fairest Maid On Devon's Banks 11/15/2014
199. Song—the Young Highland Rover 11/15/2014
200. Song—guid Ale Keeps The Heart Aboon 11/15/2014

Comments about Robert Burns

  • Ted Mohr (12/11/2009 11:35:00 AM)

    Your copy of Robert Burns' A Man's a Man for A' That appears to me to have left out one line in the final stanza which when entered would make the 5th and 6th lines read:
    For a' that, an' a' that,
    It’s cuming yet, for a' that,

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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

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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