Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

321. Mally's Meek, Mally's Sweet 10/25/2014
322. My Father Was A Farmer: A Ballad 10/24/2014
323. Song—my Wife's A Winsome Wee Thing 11/15/2014
324. My Highland Lassie, O 11/15/2014
325. Song—composed In August 11/15/2014
326. Nature's Law: A Poem 10/24/2014
327. Impromptu On Carron Iron Works 10/25/2014
328. Man Was Made To Mourn: A Dirge 10/25/2014
329. The Fall Of The Leaf 10/24/2014
330. A Prayer In The Prospect Of Death 10/24/2014
331. Caledonia: A Ballad 11/14/2014
332. One Night As I Did Wander 11/14/2014
333. The Henpecked Husband 10/27/2014
334. A Mother's Lament For Her Son's Death 10/24/2014
335. Open The Door To Me, Oh 10/25/2014
336. Written By Somebody On The Window Of An Inn At Stirling 10/25/2014
337. The Rights Of Women—spoken By Miss Fontenelle 10/24/2014
338. 314. Song—there'Ll Never Be Peace Till Jamie Comes Hame 10/24/2014
339. I Love My Love In Secret 10/25/2014
340. The Vision 10/25/2014
341. Farewell To Eliza 10/25/2014
342. Song—the Winter Of Life 11/15/2014
343. A Grace After Dinner 10/24/2014
344. The Song Of Death 10/24/2014
345. I Murder Hate 10/24/2014
346. Ballad On The American War 10/25/2014
347. Epigram On A Suicide 10/24/2014
348. Sonnet On The Author's Birthday 10/24/2014
349. Song—farewell To The Highlands 10/24/2014
350. 357. A Grace Before Dinner 10/24/2014
351. The Soldier's Return: A Ballad 10/25/2014
352. A Rose-Bud By My Early Walk 10/24/2014
353. Epitaph On William Muir 10/24/2014
354. Lines To An Old Sweetheart 10/24/2014
355. 89. The Ordination 10/24/2014
356. The Ronalds Of The Bennals 3/29/2010
357. Under The Pressure Of Violent Anguish 3/29/2010
358. Whistle Ow'R The Lave O'T 3/29/2010
359. The Bold Princess Royal 3/29/2010
360. Sweet Tibbie Dunbar 3/29/2010

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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