Anticipation forward points the view.
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.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That’s the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
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The upright, honest-hearted man Who strives to do the best he can, Need never fear the church’s ban Or hell’s damnation.
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O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!
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I pick my favourite quotations and store them in my mind as ready armour, offensive or defensive, amid the struggle of this turbulent existence.
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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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The voice of Nature loudly cries,And many a message from the skies,That something in us never dies.
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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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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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When Nature her great masterpiece designed,And framed her last, best work, the human mind,Her eye intent on all the wondrous plan,She formed of various stuff the various Man.
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Prudent, cautious self-control is wisdom’s root.
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Dare to be honest and fear no labor.
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But facts are chiels that winna ding, An’ downa be disputed.
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I 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.
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Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.
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My dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heav’n is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!
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