The golden hours on angel wings Flew o’er me and my dearie, For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.
ROBERT BURNSThe golden hours on angel wings Flew o’er me and my dearie, For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.
ROBERT BURNSTo make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That’s the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
ROBERT BURNSThe wisest man the warl’ e’er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
ROBERT BURNSBut facts are chiels that winna ding, An’ downa be disputed.
ROBERT BURNSTo see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For nature made her what she is, And never made anither!
ROBERT BURNSGie me ae spark o’ Nature’s fire, That’s a’ the learning I desire.
ROBERT BURNSOh would some power the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us!
ROBERT BURNSWhat is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love’s the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.
ROBERT BURNSA eunuch is a man who has had his work cut out for him.
ROBERT BURNSPleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.
ROBERT BURNSOr like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever.
ROBERT BURNSAnticipation forward points the view.
ROBERT BURNSIf there’s another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.
ROBERT BURNSSuspense is worst than disappointment.
ROBERT BURNSA mind that is conscious of its integrity scorns to say more than it means to perform.
ROBERT BURNSWhen chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.
ROBERT BURNS