Robert Burns

While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things,The Rights of Woman merit some attention.

— Robert Burns

She is a winsome wee thing,This sweet wee wife o' mine.

— Robert Burns

My love is like a red, red rose

— Robert Burns

The golden Hours on angel wingsWas my sweet Highland Mary.

— Robert Burns

But, oh! fell death's untimely frost,That nipt my flower sae early.

— Robert Burns

O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad:Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mad.

— Robert Burns

If there's a hole in a' your coats,And faith he'll prent it.

— Robert Burns

Some hae meat and canna eat,And sae the Lord be thankit.

— Robert Burns

O Mary, at thy window be!It is the wished, the trysted hour.

— Robert Burns

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,Chains and slaverie!

— Robert Burns

Lay the proud usurpers low!Let us do or die!

— Robert Burns

The rank is but the guinea's stamp, For a' that an a' that.

— Robert Burns

Drumossie moor — Drumossie day —My father dear, and brethren three.

— Robert Burns

Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new.

— Robert Burns

Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.

— Robert Burns

He wales a portion with judicious care;And "Let us worship God" he says, with solemn air.

— Robert Burns

Perhaps Dundee's wild-warbling measures rise,Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name.

— Robert Burns

From scenes like these, old Scotia's grandeur springs,"An honest man's the noblest work of God."

— Robert Burns

Perhaps it may turn out a sang,Perhaps turn out a sermon.

— Robert Burns

I waive the quantum o' the sin,And petrifies the feeling!

— Robert Burns

The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whipLet that aye be your border.

— Robert Burns

An atheist-laugh's a poor exchangeFor Deity offended.

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And may you better reck the rede,Than ever did the adviser!

— Robert Burns

A gaudy dress and gentle air that polished the dart.

— Robert Burns

Oh, my Luve is like a red, red rose,That's sweetly played in tune.

— Robert Burns

Contented wi' little and cantie wi' mair.

— Robert Burns

Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon,Departed never to return.

— Robert Burns

Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasureThrill the deepest notes of woe.

— Robert Burns

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;Ae farewell, alas, forever!

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But to see her was to love her;We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

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It was a' for our rightfu' KingWe left fair Scotland's strand.

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Now a' is done that men can do,And a' is done in vain.

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He turn'd him right and round aboutAnd adieu forevermore!

— Robert Burns

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

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Where sits our sulky, sullen dame,Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.

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Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greetThe husband frae the wife despises!

— Robert Burns

The landlady and Tam grew graciousWi' favours secret, sweet, and precious.

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The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.

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His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony:They had been fou for weeks thegither.

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Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.

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But pleasures are like poppies spread—A moment white—then melts forever.

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Nae man can tether time or tide.

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That hour, o' night's black arch the keystane.

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Inspiring bold John Barleycorn!Wi' usquabae, we'll face the devil!

— Robert Burns

As Tammie glow'red, amazed, and curious,The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.

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Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn,It was her best, and she was vauntie.

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Ah, Tam! Ah! Tam! Thou'll get thy fairin!In hell they'll roast you like a herrin!

— Robert Burns

For a' that, and a' thatI've wife eneugh for a' that.

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God knows, I'm no the thing I should be,Nor am I even the thing I could be.

— Robert Burns

If there's another world, he lives in bliss;If there is none, he made the best of this.

— Robert Burns

In durance vile here must I wake and weep,And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

— Robert Burns

It's guid to be merry and wise,And bide by the buff and the blue.

— Robert Burns

Some wee short hours ayont the twal.

— Robert Burns

When chill November's surly blastMade fields and forests bare.

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O Life! how pleasant is thy morning,To joy and play.

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And like a passing thought, she fledIn light away.

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Affliction's sons are brothers in distress;A brother to relieve,—how exquisite the bliss!

— Robert Burns

What 's done we partly may compute,But know not what 's resisted.

— Robert Burns

O life! thou art a galling load,To wretches such as I!

— Robert Burns

We twa hae run about the braes,And pu'd the gowans fine.

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Dweller in yon dungeon dark,Baited with many a deadly curse?

— Robert Burns

To make a happy fireside climeOf human life.

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To see her is to love her,And never made anither!

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'T is sweeter for thee despairingThan aught in the world beside,—Jessy!

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Dare to be honest and fear no labor.

— Robert Burns

Beauty's of a fading nature Has a season and is gone!

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Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,Wi' bickering brattle!

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I'm truly sorry man's dominionHas broken Nature's social union.

— Robert Burns

The best laid schemes o' mice and men For promised joy.

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Nature's law,That man was made to mourn.

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Man's inhumanity to manMan was made to Mourn.

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Gie me ae spark o' Nature's fire,That's a' the learning I desire.

— Robert Burns

The social, friendly, honest man,And none but he!

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On ev'ry hand it will allowed be,He's just—nae better than he should be.

— Robert Burns

It's hardly in a body's pow'r,To keep, at times, frae being sour.

— Robert Burns

Misled by fancy's meteor ray,Was light from heaven.

— Robert Burns

His lockèd, lettered, braw brass collarShowed him the gentleman an' scholar.

— Robert Burns

An' there began a lang digressionAbout the lords o' the creation.

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Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flow'r,Thou bonie gem.

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Stern Ruin's plowshare drives elate,Full on thy bloom.

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There's nought but care on ev'ry han',An 'twerna for the lasses, O.

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Auld Nature swears, the lovely dearsAn' then she made the lasses, O.

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Green grow the rashes, O;Are spent among the lasses, O.

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I was na fou, but just had plenty.

— Robert Burns

John Barleycorn got up again,And sore surprised them all.

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The heart benevolent and kindThe most resembles God.

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Then gently scan your brother man,To step aside is human.

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Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And days o' auld lang syne?

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Flow gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes,Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

— Robert Burns

Some hae meat and canna eat,

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This day, Time winds th' exhausted chain,To run the twelvemonth's length again.

— Robert Burns

The voice of Nature loudly cries,That something in us never dies.

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When Nature her great masterpiece designed,She formed of various stuff the various Man.

— Robert Burns