Poet Robert Burns

Robert Burns

Robert Burns Poems

  • 1.  
    O my Luve's like a red, red rose
    That's newly sprung in June;O my Luve's like the melodie
  • 2.  
    When biting Boreas, fell and doure,
    Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r;When Phœbus gies a short-liv'd glow'r,
  • 3.  
    O Prince, O chief of many throned pow'rs!
    That led th' embattled seraphim to war! (Milton, Paradise Lost)
  • 4.  
    Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
    Ae fareweel, and then for ever!Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
  • 5.  
    Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
    Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
  • 6.  
    Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
    And never brought to mind?Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
  • 7.  
    O saw ye bonnie Lesley
    As she gaed o'er the Border?She's gane, like Alexander,
  • 8.  
    Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
    Ca' them where the heather growsCa' them where the burnie rows,
  • 9.  
    Coming thro' the rye, poor body,
    Coming thro' the rye,She draiglet a' her petticoatie
  • 10.  
    Duncan Gray cam here to woo,
    Ha, ha, the wooing o't,On blythe Yule Night when we were fu',
  • 11.  
    Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame,
    Fareweel our ancient glory;Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name,
  • 12.  
    Is there, for honest poverty,
    That hings his head, an' a' that?The coward slave, we pass him by,
  • 13.  
    Green grow the rashes, O!
    Green grow the rashes, O!The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
  • 14.  
    Ye banks and braes and streams around
    The castle o' Montgomery,Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,
  • 15.  
    It was a' for our rightful king
    That we left fair Scotland's strand;It was a' for our rightful king
  • 16.  
    John Anderson, my jo John,
    When we were first acquentYour locks were like the raven,
  • 17.  
    There were three kings into the east,
    Three kings both great and high,An' they hae sworn a solemn oath
  • 18.  
    The lovely lass o' Inverness,
    Nae joy nor pleasure can she see;For e'en and morn she cries, “Alas!”
  • 19.  
    Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,
    And sair wi' his love he did deave me;I said there was naething I hated like men:
  • 20.  
    O Mary, at thy window be,
    It is the wished, the trysted hour!Those smiles and glances let me see,
  • 21.  
    Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
    The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
  • 22.  
    Oh wert thou in the cauld blast,
    On yonder lea, on yonder lea,My plaidie to the angry airt,
  • 23.  
    Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
    Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,Welcome to your gory bed,
  • 24.  
    My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,
    Some counsel unto me come len';To anger them a' is a pity,
  • 25.  
    A Tale

  • 26.  
    INSCRIBED TO ROBERT AIKEN, ESQ.

  • 27.  
    A note of seeming truth and trust
    Hid crafty observation; And secret hung, with poison'd crust,
  • 28.  
    O, wilt thou go wi' me,
    Sweet Tibbie Dunbar?O, wilt thou go wi' me,
  • 29.  
    ON SEEING ONE ON A LADY'S BONNET AT CHURCH

  • 30.  
    ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786

  • 31.  
    On Turning her up in her Nest with the Plough

  • 32.  
    Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,
    How can ye bloom sae fair!How can ye chant, ye little birds,
  • 33.  
    Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
    Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rows,
  • 34.  
    Of a' the airts the wind can blaw,
    I dearly like the west,For there the bonnie lassie lives,
  • 35.  
    Go fetch to me a pint o' wine,
    An' fill it in a silver tassie,That I may drink, before I go,
  • 36.  
    O were my Love yon lilac fair,
    Wi' purple blossoms to the spring,And I a bird to shelter there,
  • 37.  
    It was a' for our rightfu' King
    We left fair Scotland's strand;It was a' for our rightfu' King
  • 38.  
    HERE'S to thy health, my bonie lass,
    Gude nicht and joy be wi' thee;I'll come nae mair to thy bower-door,
  • 39.  
    Behind yon hills, where Lugar flows,
    'Mang moors an' mosses many, O,The wintry sun the day has clos'd,
  • 40.  
    'TWAS on a Monday morning,
    Right early in the year,That Charlie came to our town,
  • 41.  
    WILL ye go to the Indies, my Mary,
    And leave auld Scotia's shore?Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary,
  • 42.  
    LIGHT lay the earth on Billy's breast,
    His chicken heart so tender;But build a castle on his head,
  • 43.  
    WHAT needs this din about the town o' Lon'on,
    How this new play an' that new sang is comin?Why is outlandish stuff sae meikle courted?
  • 44.  
    IN Mauchline there dwells six proper young belles,
    The pride of the place and its neighbourhood a';Their carriage and dress, a stranger would guess,
  • 45.  
    O A' ye pious godly flocks,
    Weel fed on pastures orthodox,Wha now will keep you frae the fox,
  • 46.  
    INHUMAN man! curse on thy barb'rous art,
    And blasted be thy murder-aiming eye;May never pity soothe thee with a sigh,
  • 47.  
    I hae seen the hairst o' Rettie, lads,
    And twa-three aff the throne.I've heard o sax and seven weeks
  • 48.  
    Chorus.รข??She is a winsome wee thing,
    She is a handsome wee thing,She is a lo'esome wee thing,
  • 49.  
    Nae lark in transport mounts the sky
    Or leaves wi' early plaintive cry,But I will bid a last good-bye,
  • 50.  
    THERE was once a day, but old Time wasythen young,
    That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line,From some of your northern deities sprung,
Total 505 poems written by Robert Burns

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