Who is Robert Burns

Robert Burns (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796), also known familiarly as Rabbie Burns, the National Bard, Bard of Ayrshire and the Ploughman Poet and various other names and epithets,[nb 1] was a Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide. He is the best known of the poets who have written in the Scots language, although much of his writing is also in English and a light Scots dialect, accessible to an audience beyond Scotland. He also wrote in standard English, and in these writings his political or civil commentary is often at its bluntest.

He is regarded as a pioneer of the Romantic movement, and after his death he became a great source of inspiration to the founders of both liberalism ...
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  • Bibliocuriosa: diana and her nymphs (1926) art by scottish painter robert burns (1869-1941)
  • Filmink: trailer for rondo and bob, documentary about horror art director legend robert a. "bob" burns and his great obsession, rondo hatton, known as "the monster who doesn't need makeup", who appeared as 'the creeper' in various '40s curios
  • Bellahome_uk: britain at its best: exploring the delights of ayrshire
  • Paulbernaluk: tyranny isn’t being asked to wear a mask. tyranny is banning protests, crushing online free speech, reducing the independence of regulators, having the police in your pocket…
  • Issuefortyfive: robert burns would like a word.
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Richard C Martin: A great poet, whose works I turn to when I need to water my Scottish roots.

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If I walk in Autumn's even
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