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What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love’s the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.
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Admire Life Love Morning Nature Night Sun
I’m truly sorry man’s dominion has broken Nature’s social union.
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Domination Myself Nature Social Sorry True
Man’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!
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Human Mourning Silver
Some books are lies frae end to end.
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Book End Lying One Liner
A mind that is conscious of its integrity scorns to say more than it means to perform.
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Integrity Meaning Mindset Performance
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men, Gang aft a-gley, And leave us nought but grief and pain, For promised joy.
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Best Joy Leaving Man Pain Promise
Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
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One Liner Short
Ye Hypocrites, are these your pranks To murder men and gie God thanks Desist for shame, proceed no further God won’t accept your thanks for murder.
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Acceptance God Hypocrisy Man Murder Shame Thankful Yourself
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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Art Burn Silver
There’s some are fou o’ love divine; There’s some are fou o’ brandy.
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Brand Divine Love
Gie me ae spark o’ Nature’s fire, That’s a’ the learning I desire.
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Desire Learning Nature Spark
Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
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Hope Success Wings
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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Frame Greatness Human Man Mindset Nature Planning Work
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
A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.
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Average Greatness Man Power Woman
Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.
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Bloom Flower Happiness Nature Wisdom
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
If there’s another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.
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Best Himself Live World
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
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
Life is but a day at most.
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Life One Liner Time
$Robert Burns Quote - God help the teacher, if a man of sensibility and genius, when a booby father presents him with his booby son, and insists on lighting up the rays of science in a fellow’s head whose skull is impervious and inaccessible by any other way than a positive fracture with a cudgel.$

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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Genius God Help Man Positive Son Teacher
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
The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
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Best Man Planning Wasted
My heart ‘s in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart ‘s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
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Dreams Fantasy Heart Myself Yourself
Beauty’s of a fading nature. Has a season and is gone!
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Beautiful Fade Nature Season
To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That’s the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
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Happiness Human Life True Wife

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