Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

201. 152. Extempore In The Court Of Session 10/24/2014
202. Death And Dr. Hornbook 10/24/2014
203. Poem On Pastoral Poetry 10/24/2014
204. My Lord A-Hunting He Is Gane 10/25/2014
205. On Elphinstone's Translation Of Martial's Epigrams 10/25/2014
206. Forlorn, My Love, No Comfort Here 10/25/2014
207. Epitaph On James Grieve 10/25/2014
208. Epigram On Andrew Turner 10/25/2014
209. Scroggam, My Dearie 10/25/2014
210. Versified Reply To An Invitation 10/25/2014
211. Song—my Collier Laddie 11/15/2014
212. Verses Written With A Pencil At The Inn At Kenmore 11/15/2014
213. Sketch In Verse, Inscribed To The Right Hon. C. J. Fox 11/15/2014
214. Song—the Bonie Wee Thing 11/15/2014
215. Song—behold, My Love, How Green The Groves 11/15/2014
216. Song—i Hae A Wife O' My Ain 11/15/2014
217. Song—fairest Maid On Devon's Banks 11/15/2014
218. Song—the Young Highland Rover 11/15/2014
219. Song—m'Pherson's Farewell 11/15/2014
220. Song—guid Ale Keeps The Heart Aboon 11/15/2014
221. Song—the Bonie Moor-Hen 11/14/2014
222. Ode For General Washington's Birthday 11/14/2014
223. The Twa Herds; Or, The Holy Tulyie 11/14/2014
224. Song—had I A Cave 11/14/2014
225. Grace Before And After Meat 10/27/2014
226. On A Scotch Bard, Gone To The West Indies 10/27/2014
227. Frae The Friends And Land I Love 10/25/2014
228. Song—by Allan Stream 11/15/2014
229. Epitaph For James Smith 11/15/2014
230. Complimentary Epigram To Mrs. Riddell 11/15/2014
231. Song—of A' The Airts The Wind Can Blaw 11/15/2014
232. Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 1 11/15/2014
233. Stanzas, On The Same Occasion 11/15/2014
234. Address Spoken By Miss Fontenelle 11/15/2014
235. On The Late Captain Grose's Peregrinations 11/15/2014
236. Song—anna, Thy Charms 11/14/2014
237. Song—stay My Charmer 11/15/2014
238. Mr. William Smellie: A Sketch 11/15/2014
239. Epitaph On &Quot;Wee Johnnie&Quot; 10/25/2014
240. Commemoration Of Rodney's Victory 10/27/2014

Comments about Robert Burns

  • 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

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

    these poems r gr9 well done robert x

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • Stephen W (1/1/2014 5:22:00 PM)

    @Ryan Walker: he was writing in Scotch, a perfectly respectable language, later suppressed by a tyrannical government.

  • Ryan Walker (1/26/2012 12:13:00 PM)

    Interesting. His poetry reminds me of when I read Mark Twain's Huckelberry Finn. It's a great use of broken and common language. It certainly adds an aspect to his poetry.

  • 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,

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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