Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

161. To Alex. Cunningham, Esq., Writer, Edinburgh 10/24/2014
162. Epistle To The Rev. John M'Math 10/25/2014
163. To Gavin Hamilton, Esq., Mauchline, Recommending A Boy 10/27/2014
164. Song—lady Mary Ann 11/14/2014
165. Song—charlie, He's My Darling 11/14/2014
166. Epigram On Rough Roads 11/11/2014
167. News, Lassies, News 10/25/2014
168. Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive 10/25/2014
169. You'Re Welcome, Willie Stewart 10/27/2014
170. Epigram To Miss Ainslie In Church 10/27/2014
171. The Wounded Hare 11/6/2014
172. Song—fragment—johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver 11/6/2014
173. Fragment—her Flwoing Locks 11/6/2014
174. Inscription To Jessie Lewars 11/15/2014
175. The Poet's Progress 11/15/2014
176. Song—bonie Peggy Alison 11/15/2014
177. Song—talk Of Him That's Far Awa 11/15/2014
178. Elegy On Stella 11/15/2014
179. Song—the Captive Ribband 11/15/2014
180. Song—wandering Willie (Revised Version) 11/15/2014
181. Impromptu Lines To Captain Riddell 11/15/2014
182. Tam Samson's Elegy 10/25/2014
183. Epigram—the True Loyal Natives 10/25/2014
184. Poem On Sensibility 10/25/2014
185. Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 4 10/25/2014
186. Verses On Captain Grose 10/25/2014
187. Address To Wm. Tytler, Esq., Of Woodhouselee 10/25/2014
188. Epitaph On The Same 10/25/2014
189. Epistle To Hugh Parker 10/25/2014
190. Suppressed Stanzas Of &Quot;The Vision&Quot; 10/25/2014
191. Epigram—the Toad-Eater 10/25/2014
192. To The Beautiful Miss Eliza J——n, On Her Principles Of Liberty And Eqality 10/24/2014
193. Masonic Song—ye Sons Of Old Killie 10/24/2014
194. Remorse: A Fragment 10/24/2014
195. The Brigs Of Ayr 10/24/2014
196. On Tam The Chapman 10/24/2014
197. Election Ballad At Close Of Contest For Representing The Dumfries Burghs, 1790 10/24/2014
198. Sweet Afton 10/24/2014
199. 152. Extempore In The Court Of Session 10/24/2014
200. Poem On Pastoral Poetry 10/24/2014

Comments about Robert Burns

  • 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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  • Aina  Tumininu Aina Tumininu (11/22/2016 2:18:00 AM)

    I love these poems

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  • Satan Satan (10/7/2016 3:56:00 AM)

    these poems r gr9 well done robert x

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  • Kenneth Bowen (6/30/2016 2:31:00 AM)

    The audio for To a Mouse is atrocious. Wi' should be pronounced wi (as in with excluding the th sound) not W I; the same for na which stands for not, instead of N A. I can't believe you let this be published.
    I expected a true Scottish rendition, not someone's feeble attempt. Also, the reader knows absolutely nothing about reading poetry.

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  • Cj Mcwilliam Cj Mcwilliam (1/25/2016 5:07:00 AM)

    Scotch is actually the Scottish word for Scots, but the language itself actually differs depending on which area you're in, I think Burns spoke Doric.

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  • Robert Buchanan (7/17/2015 10:31:00 PM)

    Stephen he may well have been drinking Scotch but as Jennifer says the language is Scots or Auld Scots and it was not so much the language which was suppressed but the culture of the people, the music and the dress but to give two examples. Robert Burns was a remarkable man, his breath may have stopped but his voice is still heard.

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  • Jennifer Barker (5/21/2015 12:02:00 PM)

    The language is actually Scots, not Scotch (as in the whisky) . It is a 800+ year old language.

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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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