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.
ROBERT BURNSHope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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Mankind is a science that defies definitions.
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But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever. Had we never lou’d sae kindly, Had we never lou’d sae blindly, Never met – or never parted – We had ne’er been broken hearted.
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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.
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Gie me ae spark o’ Nature’s fire, That’s a’ the learning I desire.
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When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.
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God help the teacher, if a man of sensibility and genius, when a booby father presents him with his booby son, and insists on lighting up the rays of science in a fellow’s head whose skull is impervious and inaccessible by any other way than a positive fracture with a cudgel.
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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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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.
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Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
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Again rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep’d in the morning dews.
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I’m truly sorry man’s dominion has broken Nature’s social union.
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The best plans of men and mice often go awry.
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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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The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn.
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She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonny wee thing, This sweet wee wife o’ mine.
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