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Man’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!

Robert Burns

Dare to be honest and fear no labor. … Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.
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Dare Death Fear Himself Honesty Man Music Sing
My heart ‘s in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart ‘s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
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Dreams Fantasy Heart Myself Yourself
I’m truly sorry man’s dominion has broken Nature’s social union.
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Domination Myself Nature Social Sorry True
Beauty’s of a fading nature. Has a season and is gone!
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Beautiful Fade Nature Season
God knows, I’m no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.
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Be Yourself God Myself Personality
The wide world is all before us – but a world without a friend.
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Friendship One Liner World
But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it’s bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever.
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Bloom Flower Forever Happiness Moments River
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn.
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Bath Flower Ourselves Violence
Be Briton still to Britain true, Among oursel’s united; For never but by British hands Maun British wrangs be righted.
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Hands Right True Unity
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.
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Gold Life Light Myself Wings
The trout in yonder wimpling burn – That glides, a silver dart, – And, safe beneath the shady thorn, – Defies the anglers art.
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Art Burn Silver
Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.
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Bloom Flower Happiness Nature Wisdom
A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.
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Average Greatness Man Power Woman
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
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Heaven Myself Patriot Warm
Some rhyme a neebor’s name to lash; Some rhyme (vain thought!) for needfu’ cash; Some rhyme to court the countra clash, An’ raise a din; For me, an aim I never fash; I rhyme for fun.
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Fun Money Myself Name Rhyme Thinking
What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love’s the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.
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Admire Life Love Morning Nature Night Sun

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