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How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful.

Robert Burns

Oh would some power the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us!
ROBERT BURNS

Gift Ourselves Power See
The wide world is all before us – but a world without a friend.
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Friendship One Liner World
But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
ROBERT BURNS

Forever Love See
I’m truly sorry man’s dominion has broken Nature’s social union.
ROBERT BURNS

Domination Myself Nature Social Sorry True
A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.
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Average Greatness Man Power Woman
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
Your 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 BURNS

Blessing Friendship God Goodness Love Poetry Time
Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
ROBERT BURNS

Hope Yourself
Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.
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Bloom Flower Happiness Nature Wisdom
Oh my luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June; Oh my luve’s like the melodie That’s sweetly played in tune.
ROBERT BURNS

Play Red Rose
The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
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Best Man Planning Wasted
Nature’s law, That man was made to mourn. Man’s inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! O Death, the poor man’s dearest friend, The kindest and the best!
ROBERT BURNS

Best Count Death Humanity Kind Law Man Nature
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn.
ROBERT BURNS

Bath Flower Ourselves Violence
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.
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Desire Enemy Friendship Heart Love Myself Peace Tears
The voice of Nature loudly cries,And many a message from the skies,That something in us never dies.
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Cry Death Loud Nature Sky Voice
God knows, I’m not the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be, But twenty times I rather would be An atheist clean, Than under gospel colours hid be Just for a screen.
ROBERT BURNS

Atheist God Hide Myself Time

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