Heres a virtual movie of Robert Burns 1759 - 1796 reading his much loved poem A Red, Red Rose
A Red, Red Rose is a 1794 song in Scots by Robert Burns based on traditional sources. The song is also referred to by the title My Love is Like A Red, Red Rose or Red, Red Rose and
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and is often published as a poem.
Robert Burns was born in Alloway, Ayrshire, on Jan. 25, 1759, in the cottage of hard-working farmer parents Long considered the national poet of Scotland, Robert Burns is the author of "Auld Lang Syne," "To A Mouse" and "Tam o' Shanter." Raised in a poor family of farmers, Burns was nonetheless educated in literature and began writing verse when he was a teenager. His father died in 1784 and Burns tried to make a go of it as a farmer, but found more success with poetry. To raise money to emigrate to Jamaica, he published a collection called Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect in Kilmarnock in 1786. The collection sold well and boosted his reputation among the literati, so Burns decided to stay in Scotland. He toured the country, published another edition in Edinburgh (1787) and joined James Johnson in publishing The Scots Musical Museum, a collection of Scottish folk songs. Burns is credited with collecting, revising and adapting hundreds of traditional songs, and his original poems brought international attention to Scottish language and culture. Although Burns became a well-known poet and a favorite native son, he still had to work for a living. He settled in Dumfries, where he worked as an excise agent while continuing to write. Despite his early death at the age of 37 (he had an unhealthy heart, it seems), Burns produced a large body of work, including the popular Scot anthem "Scots Wha Hae" and the poem "A Red, Red Rose." His life of carousing and his stick-it-to-the-man attitude further endeared him to his countrymen, and "Rabbie" Burns is still considered Scotland's best-loved poet.
Kind Regards
Jim Clark
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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; And I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve! And fare-thee-weel, a while! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!
Author: poetryanimations
Keywords: poem animation Robert Burns rose To Mouse yeats james joyce thomas gray kipling patmore rossetti poetry scots scotland
Added: December 30, 2008
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