Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

1. Elegy On Willie Nicol's Mare 10/24/2014
2. Epistle To The Rev. John M'Math 10/25/2014
3. Second Epistle To J. Lapraik 10/25/2014
4. Epigram—thanks For A National Victory 10/25/2014
5. Inscribed On A Work Of Hannah More's 11/6/2014
6. Election Ballad For Westerha' 11/14/2014
7. Song—o May, Thy Morn 11/15/2014
8. Epistle To Major Logan 11/15/2014
9. Lines Of John M'Murdo, Esq. 11/15/2014
10. Epistle To James Tennant Of Glenconner 11/15/2014
11. Song—fragment—leezie Lindsay 11/15/2014
12. Lines To John M'Murdo Of Drumlanrig 11/15/2014
13. Elegy On The Death Of Sir James Hunter Blair 11/15/2014
14. Ode On The Departed Regency Bill 11/15/2014
15. Song—the Banks O' Doon (First Version) 11/15/2014
16. Sappho Redivivus: A Fragment 11/15/2014
17. Epistle To John Goldie, In Kilmarnock 11/15/2014
18. Lines On Meeting With Lord Daer 11/15/2014
19. Verses On Castle Gordon 11/15/2014
20. Epistle To John Maxwell, Esq., Of Terraughty 11/15/2014
21. Song—kellyburn Braes 11/15/2014
22. Here's His Health In Water 11/15/2014
23. Scots Prologue For Mr. Sutherland 11/14/2014
24. Fickle Fortune: A Fragment 10/25/2014
25. O Aye My Wife She Dang Me 10/27/2014
26. Prologue, Spoken By Mr. Woods At Edinburgh 10/25/2014
27. The Kirk Of Scotland's Alarm: A Ballad 10/25/2014
28. Thou Gloomy December 10/25/2014
29. Pegasus At Wanlockhead 10/24/2014
30. Lines To Mr. John Kennedy 10/24/2014
31. Elegy On The Death Of Robert Ruisseaux 10/24/2014
32. Willie Brew'D A Peck O' Maut 10/24/2014
33. Lines On The Author's Death 10/25/2014
34. Epistle To William Simson 10/25/2014
35. Impromptu On Dumourier's Desertion Of The French Republican Army 10/25/2014
36. Prologue, Spoken By Mr. Woods At Edinburgh 10/25/2014
37. Second Epistle To Robert Graham, Esq., Of Fintry 10/25/2014
38. The Gowden Locks Of Anna 10/25/2014
39. Epistle From Esopus To Maria 10/25/2014
40. Epigram On An Innkeeper (&Quot;The Marquis&Quot;) 10/25/2014
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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