The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn.
ROBERT BURNSThe snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn.
ROBERT BURNSBe Briton still to Britain true, Among oursel’s united; For never but by British hands Maun British wrangs be righted.
ROBERT BURNSHere’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.
ROBERT BURNSI have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.
ROBERT BURNSSome 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.
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 BURNSNature’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 BURNSThe best plans of men and mice often go awry.
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 BURNSWhen matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.
ROBERT BURNSMy heart ‘s in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart ‘s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
ROBERT BURNSO, wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An’ foolish notion.
ROBERT BURNSAn honest man here lies at rest, the friend of man the friend of truth the friend of age and guide of youth. Few hearts like his with virtue warmed, few heads with knowledge so informed. If there’s another world, he lives in bliss. If there is none, he made the best of this.
ROBERT BURNSGod 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 BURNSThere’s some are fou o’ love divine; There’s some are fou o’ brandy.
ROBERT BURNSBut to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
ROBERT BURNS