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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.

Robert Burns

Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.
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Critics Fame Path Struggle
There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
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Philosophy Uncertain
O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!
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Life Myself Obstacle Path Road Struggle
Some 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.
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Fun Money Myself Name Rhyme Thinking
I’m truly sorry man’s dominion has broken Nature’s social union.
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Domination Myself Nature Social Sorry True
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
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
To step aside is human.
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Human One Liner
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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Break Forever Heart Kind Love See
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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Appearance Beautiful Herself Love Myself Wife
Suspense is worst than disappointment.
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Disappointment One Liner Worst
Now’s the day and now’s the hour.
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End One Liner Present Time
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
Gie me ae spark o’ Nature’s fire, That’s a’ the learning I desire.
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Desire Learning Nature Spark
Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine, An’ fill it in a silver tassie.
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Silver Wine
When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.
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Cold Forest November Winds

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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