Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

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