Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

1. Rhyming Reply To A Note From Captain Riddell 10/24/2014
2. To Miss Ferrier, Enclosing Elegy On Sir J. H. Blair 10/24/2014
3. Elegy On Willie Nicol's Mare 10/24/2014
4. Impromptu On Dumourier's Desertion Of The French Republican Army 10/25/2014
5. Epitaph On John Rankine 10/25/2014
6. Lines On The Author's Death 10/25/2014
7. Lines Inscribed In A Lady's Pocket Almanack 10/25/2014
8. Fragment—altho' He Has Left Me 10/25/2014
9. Epitaph For Mr. Gabriel Richardson, Brewer 10/25/2014
10. To John Kennedy, Dumfries House 10/25/2014
11. Second Epistle To J. Lapraik 10/25/2014
12. Epigram On An Innkeeper (&Quot;The Marquis&Quot;) 10/25/2014
13. Epistle From Esopus To Maria 10/25/2014
14. Prologue, Spoken By Mr. Woods At Edinburgh 10/25/2014
15. Second Epistle To Robert Graham, Esq., Of Fintry 10/25/2014
16. To Gavin Hamilton, Esq., Mauchline, Recommending A Boy 10/27/2014
17. Epitaph For Robert Aiken, Esq. 10/27/2014
18. To Mr. M'Adam, Of Craigen-Gillan 10/25/2014
19. Sonnet On The Death Of Robert Riddell 10/27/2014
20. Epistle To John Rankine 11/6/2014
21. Sonnet To R. Graham, Esq., On Receiving A Favour 11/6/2014
22. Craigieburn Wood 11/6/2014
23. Epitaph On William Hood, Senior 11/6/2014
24. Epitaph For Mr. William Michie, Schoolmaster 11/6/2014
25. Inscribed On A Work Of Hannah More's 11/6/2014
26. Epigram To Miss Jean Scott 11/11/2014
27. Inscription For The Headstone Of Fergusson The Poet 11/11/2014
28. Election Ballad For Westerha' 11/14/2014
29. Song—yonder Pomp Of Costly Fashion 11/14/2014
30. Epigram—the Raptures Of Folly 11/14/2014
31. Epistle To Dr. Blacklock 11/14/2014
32. Epigram Addressed To An Artist 11/14/2014
33. Inscription At Friars' Carse Hermitage 11/15/2014
34. Song—o May, Thy Morn 11/15/2014
35. Song—gudewife, Count The Lawin 11/15/2014
36. Lines Of John M'Murdo, Esq. 11/15/2014
37. Elegy On The Year 1788 11/15/2014
38. The Libeller's Self-Reproof 11/15/2014
39. Epitaph On John Busby, Esq., Tinwald Downs 11/15/2014
40. Inscription On Mr. Syme's Crystal Goblet 11/15/2014
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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