Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

241. Song—beware O' Bonie Ann 11/14/2014
242. Song—braving Angry Winer's Storms 11/14/2014
243. Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots 11/14/2014
244. The Bard At Inverary 11/11/2014
245. On The Late Captain Grose's Peregrinations 11/15/2014
246. Song—anna, Thy Charms 11/14/2014
247. Song—stay My Charmer 11/15/2014
248. Mr. William Smellie: A Sketch 11/15/2014
249. On Glenriddell's Fox Breaking His Chain 11/15/2014
250. Song—sic A Wife As Willie Had 11/15/2014
251. Apology To Mr. Syme For Not Dining With Him 11/15/2014
252. Song—the Lass Of Cessnock Banks 11/15/2014
253. Song—kissing My Katie 10/27/2014
254. The Farewell To The Brethren Of St. James's Lodge, Tarbolton 10/24/2014
255. Lord Gregory: A Ballad 10/25/2014
256. The Belles Of Mauchline 10/25/2014
257. On Chloris Being Ill 10/25/2014
258. Rantin, Rovin Robin 10/25/2014
259. I'Ll Go And Be A Sodger 11/15/2014
260. The Solemn League And Covenant 11/15/2014
261. Song—fragment—there Was A Bonie Lass 11/15/2014
262. Address To The Unco Guid 11/15/2014
263. The Banks Of The Devon 11/6/2014
264. Song—&Quot;Indeed Will I,&Quot; Quo' Findlay 11/15/2014
265. Fragment Of Song—the Night Was Still 11/15/2014
266. Epistle To Davie, A Brother Poet 11/15/2014
267. Monody On A Lady, Famed For Her Caprice 11/15/2014
268. The Epitaph On Captain Matthew Henderson 11/15/2014
269. Song—mary Morison 11/15/2014
270. The Humble Petition Of Bruar Water 11/15/2014
271. The Gardener Wi' His Paidle 10/25/2014
272. Go On, Sweet Bird, And Soothe My Care 10/25/2014
273. She's Fair And Fause 10/25/2014
274. Epitaph On John Dove, Innkeeper 10/25/2014
275. The Winter It Is Past 10/25/2014
276. Lovely Young Jessie 10/25/2014
277. Remorseful Apology 10/24/2014
278. A Grace After Meat 10/24/2014
279. No Churchman Am I 10/24/2014
280. The Charming Month Of May 10/24/2014

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

To A Louse

On Seeing One on a Lady's Bonnet at Church

Ha! whare ye gaun' ye crowlin ferlie?
Your impudence protects you sairly;
I canna say but ye strunt rarely
Owre gauze and lace,
Tho faith! I fear ye dine but sparely
On sic a place.

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