Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

281. Remorseful Apology 10/24/2014
282. Impromptu On Mrs. Riddell's Birthday 10/25/2014
283. On The Seas And Far Away 10/24/2014
284. Song—i'M O'Er Young To Marry Yet 11/14/2014
285. Song—o Were My Love You Lilac Fair 11/15/2014
286. The Inventory 11/15/2014
287. Epigram On A Country Laird (Cardoness) 11/15/2014
288. Song—on A Bank Of Flowers 11/15/2014
289. Epitaph On My Ever Honoured Father 10/24/2014
290. Epitaph On A Lap-Dog 11/14/2014
291. Jamie, Come Try Me 10/27/2014
292. The Laddie's Dear Sel' 10/27/2014
293. The Lament 11/15/2014
294. 379. Song—fragment—love For Love 10/24/2014
295. Yon Wild Mossy Mountains 10/25/2014
296. Lovely Polly Stewart 10/25/2014
297. Epitaph For William Nicol, High School, Edinburgh 10/25/2014
298. Birthday Ode For 31st December, 1787 10/25/2014
299. The Whistle: A Ballad 10/25/2014
300. Inscription To Chloris 10/24/2014
301. My Girl She's Airy: A Fragment 10/24/2014
302. Song—whistle And I'Ll Come To You 11/15/2014
303. Song—the Highland Balou 11/14/2014
304. Stanzas On Naething 11/14/2014
305. Fragment Of Song—&Quot;My Jean!&Quot; 11/15/2014
306. Lines Written On A Bank-Note 11/15/2014
307. My Bonie Bell 10/24/2014
308. How Cruel Are The Parents 10/24/2014
309. To Ruin 10/25/2014
310. Another On The Said Occasion 10/25/2014
311. Inconstancy In Love 10/25/2014
312. Thine Am I, My Faithful Fair 10/25/2014
313. The Bookworms 11/14/2014
314. Bonie Jean: A Ballad 11/15/2014
315. Address To Beelzebub 11/15/2014
316. Epigram On Politics 11/15/2014
317. Song—my Wife's A Winsome Wee Thing 11/15/2014
318. My Highland Lassie, O 11/15/2014
319. Song—composed In August 11/15/2014
320. Verses On A Parting Kiss 10/25/2014
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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The Rigs O' Barley

It was upon a Lammas night,
When corn rigs are bonnie,
Beneath the moon's unclouded light,
I held away to Annie:
The time flew by wi' tentless heed
Till 'tween the late and early,
Wi' sma' persuasion, she agreed
To see me thro' the barley.
Corn rigs, an' barley rigs,

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