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. To Miss Ferrier, Enclosing Elegy On Sir J. H. Blair 10/24/2014
4. To Alex. Cunningham, Esq., Writer, Edinburgh 10/24/2014
5. Impromptu On Dumourier's Desertion Of The French Republican Army 10/25/2014
6. Epistle To William Simson 10/25/2014
7. Epistle To The Rev. John M'Math 10/25/2014
8. Lines On The Author's Death 10/25/2014
9. Lines Inscribed In A Lady's Pocket Almanack 10/25/2014
10. Epitaph For Mr. Gabriel Richardson, Brewer 10/25/2014
11. To John Kennedy, Dumfries House 10/25/2014
12. The Captain's Lady 10/25/2014
13. Lines Written Under The Picture Of Miss Burns 10/25/2014
14. Epigram On An Innkeeper (&Quot;The Marquis&Quot;) 10/25/2014
15. Epigram—thanks For A National Victory 10/25/2014
16. Epistle From Esopus To Maria 10/25/2014
17. Prologue, Spoken By Mr. Woods At Edinburgh 10/25/2014
18. Second Epistle To Robert Graham, Esq., Of Fintry 10/25/2014
19. Fragment—wee Willie Gray 10/25/2014
20. To Gavin Hamilton, Esq., Mauchline, Recommending A Boy 10/27/2014
21. To Mr. M'Adam, Of Craigen-Gillan 10/25/2014
22. Epistle To John Rankine 11/6/2014
23. Sonnet To R. Graham, Esq., On Receiving A Favour 11/6/2014
24. Craigieburn Wood 11/6/2014
25. Epitaph For Mr. William Michie, Schoolmaster 11/6/2014
26. Inscribed On A Work Of Hannah More's 11/6/2014
27. Epigram To Miss Jean Scott 11/11/2014
28. Election Ballad For Westerha' 11/14/2014
29. Song—in The Character Of A Ruined Farmer 11/14/2014
30. Written In Friars' Carse Hermitage (Second Version) 11/14/2014
31. Epigram—the Raptures Of Folly 11/14/2014
32. Song—it Was A' For Our Rightfu' King 11/14/2014
33. Epistle To Dr. Blacklock 11/14/2014
34. Song—crowdie Ever Mair 11/14/2014
35. Inscription At Friars' Carse Hermitage 11/15/2014
36. Song—o May, Thy Morn 11/15/2014
37. Epistle To Major Logan 11/15/2014
38. Song—gudewife, Count The Lawin 11/15/2014
39. Lines Of John M'Murdo, Esq. 11/15/2014
40. Song—behold The Hour, Etc. (Second Version) 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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