Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

241. The Charming Month Of May 10/24/2014
242. Remorseful Apology 10/24/2014
243. The Solemn League And Covenant 11/15/2014
244. Song—fragment—there Was A Bonie Lass 11/15/2014
245. Song—mary Morison 11/15/2014
246. Address To The Unco Guid 11/15/2014
247. The Gardener Wi' His Paidle 10/25/2014
248. Epistle To Davie, A Brother Poet 11/15/2014
249. Song—&Quot;Indeed Will I,&Quot; Quo' Findlay 11/15/2014
250. Fragment Of Song—the Night Was Still 11/15/2014
251. The Humble Petition Of Bruar Water 11/15/2014
252. Monody On A Lady, Famed For Her Caprice 11/15/2014
253. The Epitaph On Captain Matthew Henderson 11/15/2014
254. Song—o Were My Love You Lilac Fair 11/15/2014
255. The Inventory 11/15/2014
256. Song—i'M O'Er Young To Marry Yet 11/14/2014
257. Impromptu On Mrs. Riddell's Birthday 10/25/2014
258. To Alex. Cunningham, Esq., Writer, Edinburgh 10/24/2014
259. 379. Song—fragment—love For Love 10/24/2014
260. Lines On The Author's Death 10/25/2014
261. Yon Wild Mossy Mountains 10/25/2014
262. Lovely Polly Stewart 10/25/2014
263. Epitaph For William Nicol, High School, Edinburgh 10/25/2014
264. Sonnet To R. Graham, Esq., On Receiving A Favour 11/6/2014
265. Epitaph On A Lap-Dog 11/14/2014
266. Jamie, Come Try Me 10/27/2014
267. The Laddie's Dear Sel' 10/27/2014
268. The Lament 11/15/2014
269. Epitaph On My Ever Honoured Father 10/24/2014
270. Epigram On A Country Laird (Cardoness) 11/15/2014
271. Song—on A Bank Of Flowers 11/15/2014
272. Song—wandering Willie (Revised Version) 11/15/2014
273. Song—fragment—johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver 11/6/2014
274. Song—charlie, He's My Darling 11/14/2014
275. Suppressed Stanzas Of &Quot;The Vision&Quot; 10/25/2014
276. Poem On Sensibility 10/25/2014
277. Tam Samson's Elegy 10/25/2014
278. My Girl She's Airy: A Fragment 10/24/2014
279. The Whistle: A Ballad 10/25/2014
280. Birthday Ode For 31st December, 1787 10/25/2014

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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