Robert Burns Poems

Found 579 poems by Robert Burns.
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485. Song--How lang and dreary is the night by Robert Burns
HOW lang and dreary is the night
When I am frae my Dearie;
I restless lie frae e'en to morn
Though I were ne'er sae weary.


Chorus.--For oh, her lanely nights are lang!
And oh, her dreams are eerie;
And oh, her window'd heart is sair,
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John Anderson by Robert Burns
John Anderson, my jo John,
When we were first acquent
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonnie brow was brent;
But now your brow is bald, John,
Your locks are like the snow;
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson my jo!

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Duncan Gray by Robert Burns
Duncan Gray cam here to woo,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't,
On blythe Yule Night when we were fu',
Ha, ha, the wooing o't,
Maggie coost her head fu' high,
Looked asklent and unco skeigh,
Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh;
Ha, ha, the wooing o't.

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29. Song--The Rigs o' Barley by Robert Burns
IT was upon a Lammas night,
When corn rigs are bonie,
Beneath the moon's unclouded light,
I held awa 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.
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440. Address spoken by Miss Fontenelle by Robert Burns
STILL anxious to secure your partial favour,
And not less anxious, sure, this night, than ever,
A Prologue, Epilogue, or some such matter,
'Twould vamp my bill, said I, if nothing better;
So sought a poet, roosted near the skies,
Told him I came to feast my curious e… [ Read More ]

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524. Song--The lass that made the bed to me by Robert Burns
WHEN Januar' wind was blawing cauld,
As to the north I took my way,
The mirksome night did me enfauld,
I knew na where to lodge till day:


By my gude luck a maid I met,
Just in the middle o' my care,
And kindly she did me invite
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59. Death and Dr. Hornbook by Robert Burns
SOME books are lies frae end to end,
And some great lies were never penn'd:
Ev'n ministers they hae been kenn'd,
In holy rapture,
A rousing whid at times to vend,
And nail't wi' Scripture.


But this that I am gaun to t… [ Read More ]

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402. Song--Meg o' the Mill (Another Version) by Robert Burns
O KEN ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten,
An' ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten?
A braw new naig wi' the tail o' a rottan,
And that's what Meg o' the Mill has gotten.


O ken ye what Meg o' the Mill lo'es dearly,
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507. Song--Bonie Peg-a-Ramsay by Robert Burns
CAULD is the e'enin blast,
O' Boreas o'er the pool,
An' dawin' it is dreary,
When birks are bare at Yule.


Cauld blaws the e'enin blast,
When bitter bites the frost,
And, in the mirk and dreary drift,
The hills and glens are lost:
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34. Remorse: A Fragment by Robert Burns
OF all the numerous ills that hurt our peace,
That press the soul, or wring the mind with anguish
Beyond comparison the worst are those
By our own folly, or our guilt brought on:
In ev'ry other circumstance, the mind
Has this to say, "It was no deed of mine:"
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74. Fragment--Her Flwoing Locks by Robert Burns
HER flowing locks, the raven's wing,
Adown her neck and bosom hing;
How sweet unto that breast to cling,
And round that neck entwine her!


Her lips are roses wat wi' dew,
O' what a feast her bonie mou'!
Her cheeks a mair celestial hue,
A cri… [ Read More ]

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274. Song--Carle, an' the King come by Robert Burns
Chorus.--Carle, an the King come,
Carle, an the King come,
Thou shalt dance and I will sing,
Carle, an the King come.


AN SOMEBODY were come again,
Then somebody maun cross the main,
And every man shall hae his ain,
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475. Epigram on a Country Laird (Cardoness) by Robert Burns
BLESS Jesus Christ, O Cardonessp,
With grateful, lifted eyes,
Who taught that not the soul alone,
But body too shall rise;
For had He said "the soul alone
From death I will deliver,"
Alas, alas! O Cardoness,
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317. Song--The Banks o' Doon (Second Version) by Robert Burns
YE flowery banks o' bonie Doon,
How can ye blume sae fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae fu' o care!
Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird,
That sings upon the bough!
Thou minds me o' the happy days
When my fause Luve was true.
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216. Song--Duncan Davison by Robert Burns
THERE was a lass, they ca'd her Meg,
And she held o'er the moors to spin;
There was a lad that follow'd her,
They ca'd him Duncan Davison.
The moor was dreigh, and Meg was skeigh,
Her favour Duncan could na win;
For wi' the rock she wad him knock,
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417. Song--Blythe hae I been on yon hill by Robert Burns
BLYTHE hae I been on yon hill,
As the lambs before me;
Careless ilka thought and free,
As the breeze flew o'er me;
Now nae langer sport and play,
Mirth or sang can please me;
LESLEY is sae fair and coy,
Care and anguish seize me.


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331. Epigram at Brownhill Inn by Robert Burns
AT 1 Brownhill we always get dainty good cheer,
And plenty of bacon each day in the year;
We've a' thing that's nice, and mostly in season,
But why always Bacon--come, tell me a reason?


Note 1. Bacon was the name of a presumably intrusive host. The lines are … [ Read More ]

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415. Song--The last time I cam o'er the Moor by Robert Burns
THE LAST time I came o'er the moor,
And left Maria's dwelling,
What throes, what tortures passing cure,
Were in my bosom swelling:
Condemn'd to see my rival's reign,
While I in secret languish;
To feel a fire in every vein,
Yet dare not speak my ang… [ Read More ]

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115. The Farewell to the Brethren of St. James's Lodge, Tarbolton by Robert Burns
ADIEU! a heart-warm fond adieu;
Dear brothers of the mystic tie!
Ye favour├Ęd, enlighten'd few,
Companions of my social joy;
Tho' I to foreign lands must hie,
Pursuing Fortune's slidd'ry ba';
With melting heart, and brimful eye,
I'll mind you still, … [ Read More ]

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50. Another on the said Occasion by Robert Burns
ONE Queen Artemisia, as old stories tell,
When deprived of her husband she loved so well,
In respect for the love and affection he show'd her,
She reduc'd him to dust and she drank up the powder.
But Queen Netherplace, of a diff'rent complexion,
When called on to ord… [ Read More ]

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196. Epitaph for Mr. W. Cruickshank by Robert Burns
HONEST 1 Will to Heaven's away
And mony shall lament him;
His fau'ts they a' in Latin lay,
In English nane e'er kent them.


Note 1. Of the Edinburgh High School. [back] [ Read More ]

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