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Robert Burns

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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Health Heaven Myself Peace Warm
Inspiring bold JohnBarleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi’ usquebae, we’ll face the devil!
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Danger Devil Face Inspirational
It ‘s guid to be merry and wise, It ‘s guid to be honest and true, It ‘s guid to support Caledonia’s cause, And bide by the buff and the blue.
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Guide Honesty Support True Wisdom
Man’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!
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Human Mourning Silver
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.
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Blessing Friendship God Goodness Love Poetry Time
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
Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.
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Critics Fame Path Struggle
Beauty’s of a fading nature. Has a season and is gone!
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Beautiful Fade Nature Season
To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For nature made her what she is, And never made anither!
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Forever Herself Love Nature See
To step aside is human.
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Human One Liner
Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine, An’ fill it in a silver tassie.
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Silver Wine
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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Play Red Rose
Nae man can tether time or tide.
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Change Man One Liner Time
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O’er a’ the ills o’ life victorious.
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Blessing Glory King Life Victory
Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.
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Death Ourselves Team
A eunuch is a man who has had his work cut out for him.
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Himself Man Work

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