Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

241. Address To The Unco Guid 11/15/2014
242. Song—fragment—there Was A Bonie Lass 11/15/2014
243. The Solemn League And Covenant 11/15/2014
244. Monody On A Lady, Famed For Her Caprice 11/15/2014
245. The Epitaph On Captain Matthew Henderson 11/15/2014
246. Epistle To Davie, A Brother Poet 11/15/2014
247. Song—&Quot;Indeed Will I,&Quot; Quo' Findlay 11/15/2014
248. The Inventory 11/15/2014
249. Song—o Were My Love You Lilac Fair 11/15/2014
250. Song—i'M O'Er Young To Marry Yet 11/14/2014
251. Impromptu On Mrs. Riddell's Birthday 10/25/2014
252. On The Seas And Far Away 10/24/2014
253. 379. Song—fragment—love For Love 10/24/2014
254. The Captain's Lady 10/25/2014
255. Yon Wild Mossy Mountains 10/25/2014
256. Lovely Polly Stewart 10/25/2014
257. Epitaph For William Nicol, High School, Edinburgh 10/25/2014
258. Election Ballad For Westerha' 11/14/2014
259. Epitaph On A Lap-Dog 11/14/2014
260. The Laddie's Dear Sel' 10/27/2014
261. Jamie, Come Try Me 10/27/2014
262. Hey, The Dusty Miller 10/27/2014
263. Song—o May, Thy Morn 11/15/2014
264. The Lament 11/15/2014
265. Song—on A Bank Of Flowers 11/15/2014
266. Epitaph On My Ever Honoured Father 10/24/2014
267. You'Re Welcome, Willie Stewart 10/27/2014
268. Fragment—her Flwoing Locks 11/6/2014
269. The Wounded Hare 11/6/2014
270. Epigram—the Toad-Eater 10/25/2014
271. Epistle To Hugh Parker 10/25/2014
272. Epigram—the True Loyal Natives 10/25/2014
273. Remorse: A Fragment 10/24/2014
274. A Grace After Dinner 10/24/2014
275. A Grace After Dinner 10/24/2014
276. My Girl She's Airy: A Fragment 10/24/2014
277. Inscription To Chloris 10/24/2014
278. The Whistle: A Ballad 10/25/2014
279. Birthday Ode For 31st December, 1787 10/25/2014
280. Song—the Highland Balou 11/14/2014

Comments about Robert Burns

  • 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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  • 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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