Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

1. 148. To Miss Logan, With Beattie's Poems 10/24/2014
2. Elegy On The Death Of Robert Ruisseaux 10/24/2014
3. Rhyming Reply To A Note From Captain Riddell 10/24/2014
4. To Miss Ferrier, Enclosing Elegy On Sir J. H. Blair 10/24/2014
5. Elegy On Willie Nicol's Mare 10/24/2014
6. Willie Brew'D A Peck O' Maut 10/24/2014
7. To Alex. Cunningham, Esq., Writer, Edinburgh 10/24/2014
8. Impromptu On Dumourier's Desertion Of The French Republican Army 10/25/2014
9. Epistle To William Simson 10/25/2014
10. Epistle To The Rev. John M'Math 10/25/2014
11. Epitaph On John Rankine 10/25/2014
12. Lines On The Author's Death 10/25/2014
13. Fragment—altho' He Has Left Me 10/25/2014
14. Epitaph For Mr. Gabriel Richardson, Brewer 10/25/2014
15. To John Kennedy, Dumfries House 10/25/2014
16. Second Epistle To J. Lapraik 10/25/2014
17. Lament For James, Earl Of Glencairn 10/25/2014
18. Lines Written Under The Picture Of Miss Burns 10/25/2014
19. Epigram On An Innkeeper (&Quot;The Marquis&Quot;) 10/25/2014
20. Epigram—thanks For A National Victory 10/25/2014
21. Epistle From Esopus To Maria 10/25/2014
22. Prologue, Spoken By Mr. Woods At Edinburgh 10/25/2014
23. Second Epistle To Robert Graham, Esq., Of Fintry 10/25/2014
24. The Gowden Locks Of Anna 10/25/2014
25. The Fête Champêtre 10/25/2014
26. Fragment—wee Willie Gray 10/25/2014
27. To Gavin Hamilton, Esq., Mauchline, Recommending A Boy 10/27/2014
28. Epitaph For Robert Aiken, Esq. 10/27/2014
29. To Mr. M'Adam, Of Craigen-Gillan 10/25/2014
30. Sonnet On The Death Of Robert Riddell 10/27/2014
31. Hey, The Dusty Miller 10/27/2014
32. The Mauchline Lady: A Fragment 10/27/2014
33. Epistle To John Rankine 11/6/2014
34. Sonnet To R. Graham, Esq., On Receiving A Favour 11/6/2014
35. Craigieburn Wood 11/6/2014
36. Epitaph On William Hood, Senior 11/6/2014
37. Inscribed On A Work Of Hannah More's 11/6/2014
38. Epigram To Miss Jean Scott 11/11/2014
39. Inscription For The Headstone Of Fergusson The Poet 11/11/2014
40. Election Ballad For Westerha' 11/14/2014
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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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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