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Born in January 25, 1759 / Died in July 21, 1796 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by Robert Burns

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492. Dialogue Song—Philly and Willy

... The { lad lass } I love’s the { lad lass } for me, ...

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101. Song—Composed in Spring

... For it’s jet, jet black, an’ it’s like a hawk, ...

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237. Song—It is na, Jean, thy Bonie Face

... And as wi’ thee I’d wish to live, ...

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73. Song—Farewell to Ballochmyle

... Shall birdie charm, or floweret smile ...

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239. Song—My Bonie Mary

... Fu’ loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry ...

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498. Song—For the sake o’ Somebody

... Ye Powers that smile on virtuous love, ...

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538. Song—Now Spring has clad the grove in green

... The wretch whose doom is “Hope nae mair” ...

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423. Epigram on the Laird of Laggan

... “Thy fool’s head,” quoth Satan, “that crown shall wear never, ...

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457. Epitaph on Wm. Graham, Esq., of Mossknowe

... “STOP thief!” dame Nature call’d to Death, ...

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536. Song—This is no my ain lassie

... She’s bonie, blooming, straight, and tall, ...

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86. The Auld Farmer’s New-Year-Morning Salutation to his Auld Mare, Maggie

... Thou never braing’t, an’ fetch’t, an’ fliskit ...

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301. Lines to a Gentleman who sent a Newspaper

... This mony a day I’ve grain’d and gaunted, ...

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464. The Highland Widow’s Lament

... And there I had three score o’yowes, ...

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506. Epigram on Mr. James Gracie

... May he be d—d to hell henceforth, ...

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555. Song—O wert thou in the cauld blast

... Wi’ thee to reign, wi’ thee to reign, ...