And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
ROBERT BURNSAnd like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
ROBERT BURNSSome books are lies frae end to end.
ROBERT BURNSMy heart ‘s in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart ‘s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
ROBERT BURNSYour 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.
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 BURNSCritics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.
ROBERT BURNSMan’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!
ROBERT BURNSWhen chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.
ROBERT BURNSBe Briton still to Britain true, Among oursel’s united; For never but by British hands Maun British wrangs be righted.
ROBERT BURNSThere is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
ROBERT BURNSPrudent, cautious self-control is wisdom’s root.
ROBERT BURNSO Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!
ROBERT BURNSBut pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it’s bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever.
ROBERT BURNSThe voice of Nature loudly cries,And many a message from the skies,That something in us never dies.
ROBERT BURNSIt ‘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.
ROBERT BURNSThe best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
ROBERT BURNS