Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those. The bursting tears my heart declare; Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.
ROBERT BURNSFarewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those. The bursting tears my heart declare; Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.
ROBERT BURNSLearn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
ROBERT BURNSBut to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever. Had we never lou’d sae kindly, Had we never lou’d sae blindly, Never met – or never parted – We had ne’er been broken hearted.
ROBERT BURNSOr like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever.
ROBERT BURNSI want someone to laugh with me, someone to be grave with me, someone to please me and help my discrimination with his or her own remark, and at times, no doubt, to admire my acuteness and penetration.
ROBERT BURNSThe best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
ROBERT BURNSNow’s the day and now’s the hour.
ROBERT BURNSI look on the opposite sex with something like the admiration with which I regard the starry sky on a frosty December night. I admire the beauty of the Creator’s workmanship, I am charmed with the wild but graceful eccentricity of the motions, and then I wish both of them goodnight.
ROBERT BURNSMan’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!
ROBERT BURNSTo make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That’s the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
ROBERT BURNSYour lines, I maintain it, are poetry, and good poetry. Friendship had I been so blest as to have met with you in time, might have led me – God of love only knows where.
ROBERT BURNSIf there’s another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.
ROBERT BURNSO Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!
ROBERT BURNSDare to be honest and fear no labor. … Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.
ROBERT BURNSI have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.
ROBERT BURNSKings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O’er a’ the ills o’ life victorious.
ROBERT BURNS