Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

201. Epitaph On The Same 10/25/2014
202. Versified Reply To An Invitation 10/25/2014
203. My Lord A-Hunting He Is Gane 10/25/2014
204. On Elphinstone's Translation Of Martial's Epigrams 10/25/2014
205. Epigram On Andrew Turner 10/25/2014
206. Forlorn, My Love, No Comfort Here 10/25/2014
207. Epitaph On James Grieve 10/25/2014
208. Sweet Afton 10/24/2014
209. Election Ballad At Close Of Contest For Representing The Dumfries Burghs, 1790 10/24/2014
210. Poem On Pastoral Poetry 10/24/2014
211. 152. Extempore In The Court Of Session 10/24/2014
212. Death And Dr. Hornbook 10/24/2014
213. Song—had I A Cave 11/14/2014
214. Song—the Bonie Moor-Hen 11/14/2014
215. Ode For General Washington's Birthday 11/14/2014
216. The Twa Herds; Or, The Holy Tulyie 11/14/2014
217. Grace Before And After Meat 10/27/2014
218. On A Scotch Bard, Gone To The West Indies 10/27/2014
219. Frae The Friends And Land I Love 10/25/2014
220. Scroggam, My Dearie 10/25/2014
221. Song—by Allan Stream 11/15/2014
222. Epitaph For James Smith 11/15/2014
223. Complimentary Epigram To Mrs. Riddell 11/15/2014
224. Song—of A' The Airts The Wind Can Blaw 11/15/2014
225. Stanzas, On The Same Occasion 11/15/2014
226. Address Spoken By Miss Fontenelle 11/15/2014
227. Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 1 11/15/2014
228. Song—my Collier Laddie 11/15/2014
229. Verses Written With A Pencil At The Inn At Kenmore 11/15/2014
230. Sketch In Verse, Inscribed To The Right Hon. C. J. Fox 11/15/2014
231. Song—the Bonie Wee Thing 11/15/2014
232. Song—behold, My Love, How Green The Groves 11/15/2014
233. Song—i Hae A Wife O' My Ain 11/15/2014
234. Song—fairest Maid On Devon's Banks 11/15/2014
235. Song—the Young Highland Rover 11/15/2014
236. Song—m'Pherson's Farewell 11/15/2014
237. Song—guid Ale Keeps The Heart Aboon 11/15/2014
238. On Glenriddell's Fox Breaking His Chain 11/15/2014
239. Song—sic A Wife As Willie Had 11/15/2014
240. Apology To Mr. Syme For Not Dining With Him 11/15/2014
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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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,

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