Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

281. A Prayer In The Prospect Of Death 10/24/2014
282. Song—anna, Thy Charms 11/14/2014
283. Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots 11/14/2014
284. Song—kissing My Katie 10/27/2014
285. On Glenriddell's Fox Breaking His Chain 11/15/2014
286. The Rantin Dog, The Daddie O'T 11/15/2014
287. The Mauchline Lady: A Fragment 10/27/2014
288. To Gavin Hamilton, Esq., Mauchline, Recommending A Boy 10/27/2014
289. Lines Inscribed In A Lady's Pocket Almanack 10/25/2014
290. Epigram To Miss Ainslie In Church 10/27/2014
291. You'Re Welcome, Willie Stewart 10/27/2014
292. What Can A Young Lassie Do Wi' An Auld Man? 11/15/2014
293. Open The Door To Me, Oh 10/25/2014
294. The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata 10/24/2014
295. I Love My Love In Secret 10/25/2014
296. 314. Song—there'Ll Never Be Peace Till Jamie Comes Hame 10/24/2014
297. Written By Somebody On The Window Of An Inn At Stirling 10/25/2014
298. To John Kennedy, Dumfries House 10/25/2014
299. The Inventory 11/15/2014
300. Song—my Collier Laddie 11/15/2014
301. Song—the Bonie Wee Thing 11/15/2014
302. Scroggam, My Dearie 10/25/2014
303. Farewell To Eliza 10/25/2014
304. Song—the Winter Of Life 11/15/2014
305. Yon Wild Mossy Mountains 10/25/2014
306. Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive 10/25/2014
307. To The Beautiful Miss Eliza J——n, On Her Principles Of Liberty And Eqality 10/24/2014
308. The Wounded Hare 11/6/2014
309. Birthday Ode For 31st December, 1787 10/25/2014
310. Rantin, Rovin Robin 10/25/2014
311. The Farewell To The Brethren Of St. James's Lodge, Tarbolton 10/24/2014
312. The Song Of Death 10/24/2014
313. I Murder Hate 10/24/2014
314. My Bonie Bell 10/24/2014
315. A Grace After Meat 10/24/2014
316. Address To The Unco Guid 11/15/2014
317. Frae The Friends And Land I Love 10/25/2014
318. Elegy On Stella 11/15/2014
319. Song—composed In August 11/15/2014
320. Man Was Made To Mourn: A Dirge 10/25/2014

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

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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