Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

1. Elegy On The Death Of Robert Ruisseaux 10/24/2014
2. Rhyming Reply To A Note From Captain Riddell 10/24/2014
3. To Miss Ferrier, Enclosing Elegy On Sir J. H. Blair 10/24/2014
4. Elegy On Willie Nicol's Mare 10/24/2014
5. Willie Brew'D A Peck O' Maut 10/24/2014
6. Impromptu On Dumourier's Desertion Of The French Republican Army 10/25/2014
7. Epistle To The Rev. John M'Math 10/25/2014
8. Epitaph On John Rankine 10/25/2014
9. Lines On The Author's Death 10/25/2014
10. Lines Inscribed In A Lady's Pocket Almanack 10/25/2014
11. Fragment—altho' He Has Left Me 10/25/2014
12. To John Kennedy, Dumfries House 10/25/2014
13. Second Epistle To J. Lapraik 10/25/2014
14. Lament For James, Earl Of Glencairn 10/25/2014
15. Epistle From Esopus To Maria 10/25/2014
16. Prologue, Spoken By Mr. Woods At Edinburgh 10/25/2014
17. Second Epistle To Robert Graham, Esq., Of Fintry 10/25/2014
18. The Fête Champêtre 10/25/2014
19. To Mr. M'Adam, Of Craigen-Gillan 10/25/2014
20. To Gavin Hamilton, Esq., Mauchline, Recommending A Boy 10/27/2014
21. Epitaph For Robert Aiken, Esq. 10/27/2014
22. Hey, The Dusty Miller 10/27/2014
23. The Mauchline Lady: A Fragment 10/27/2014
24. Epistle To John Rankine 11/6/2014
25. Sonnet To R. Graham, Esq., On Receiving A Favour 11/6/2014
26. Craigieburn Wood 11/6/2014
27. Epitaph On William Hood, Senior 11/6/2014
28. Epitaph For Mr. William Michie, Schoolmaster 11/6/2014
29. Inscribed On A Work Of Hannah More's 11/6/2014
30. Epigram To Miss Jean Scott 11/11/2014
31. Inscription For The Headstone Of Fergusson The Poet 11/11/2014
32. Song—yonder Pomp Of Costly Fashion 11/14/2014
33. Election Ballad For Westerha' 11/14/2014
34. Song—in The Character Of A Ruined Farmer 11/14/2014
35. Written In Friars' Carse Hermitage (Second Version) 11/14/2014
36. Epigram—the Raptures Of Folly 11/14/2014
37. Epistle To Dr. Blacklock 11/14/2014
38. Song—crowdie Ever Mair 11/14/2014
39. Inscription At Friars' Carse Hermitage 11/15/2014
40. Epigram Addressed To An Artist 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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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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