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. Nature's Law: A Poem 10/24/2014
324. Impromptu On Carron Iron Works 10/25/2014
325. Man Was Made To Mourn: A Dirge 10/25/2014
326. A Prayer In The Prospect Of Death 10/24/2014
327. The Fall Of The Leaf 10/24/2014
328. Caledonia: A Ballad 11/14/2014
329. One Night As I Did Wander 11/14/2014
330. The Henpecked Husband 10/27/2014
331. A Mother's Lament For Her Son's Death 10/24/2014
332. Open The Door To Me, Oh 10/25/2014
333. Written By Somebody On The Window Of An Inn At Stirling 10/25/2014
334. 314. Song—there'Ll Never Be Peace Till Jamie Comes Hame 10/24/2014
335. The Rights Of Women—spoken By Miss Fontenelle 10/24/2014
336. I Love My Love In Secret 10/25/2014
337. The Vision 10/25/2014
338. Farewell To Eliza 10/25/2014
339. Song—the Winter Of Life 11/15/2014
340. A Grace After Dinner 10/24/2014
341. A Grace After Dinner 10/24/2014
342. The Song Of Death 10/24/2014
343. I Murder Hate 10/24/2014
344. A Prayer Under The Pressure Of Violent Anguish 10/25/2014
345. Ballad On The American War 10/25/2014
346. Epigram On A Suicide 10/24/2014
347. Sonnet On The Author's Birthday 10/24/2014
348. Song—farewell To The Highlands 10/24/2014
349. 357. A Grace Before Dinner 10/24/2014
350. A Tippling Ballad—when Princes And Prelates, Etc. 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
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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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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