Naturally Burns

Part of the greatness of Robert Burns was that his poetry reads as if it came straight from his heart, which indeed it did, I think.  His poems show no sign of having been laboured, no sign of intellectual cleverness, no contrivance.  He simply wrote whatever was in his head at the time. Perhaps this [...]

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One poet to another

Robert Burns – An Epistle to John Lapraik 1785 John Lapraik was a rustic follower of the Muses.  Burns describes him as that “very worthy and facetious old fellow, John Lapraik, late of Dalfram, near Muirkirk, which little property he was obliged to sell in consequence of some connexion as security for some persons concerned [...]

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A red, red rose

Oh, my luve’s like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June : Oh, my luve’s like a melodie That’s sweetly played 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’ [...]

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Addressing Robert Burns

Discovering more about Robert Burns than his poems and songs readily suggest.

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