Robert Burns Poems
- A Red, Red Rose O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's ...
- A Fond Kiss A fond kiss, and then we sever; A farewell, and ...
- A Man's A Man For A' That Is there for honesty poverty That...
- A Winter Night When biting Boreas, fell and doure, ...
- To A Mouse Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what ...
- Auld Lang Syne Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And ...
- A Bottle And Friend There's nane that's blest of human kind, ...
Burns, sometimes known as the 'ploughman poet', was the eldest son of a poverty-stricken farmer. Though his father had moved to Ayrshire, where Burns was born, in order to attempt to improve his fortunes, he eventually died as a bankrupt - after taking on first one farm and then, unsuccessful, moving to another - in 1784. Robert, who had been to school since the age of six, and was also educated at home by a teacher, had, by the age of fifteen, already become the farm's chief labourer. He had also acquired a reading knowledge of French and Latin and had read Shakespeare, Dryden, Milton and the Bible. After his father's death, he and his brother continued farming together, working now at ... more »
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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.