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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More Robert Burns Quotes
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When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.
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Mankind is a science that defies definitions.
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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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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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The upright, honest-hearted man Who strives to do the best he can, Need never fear the church’s ban Or hell’s damnation.
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Oh would some power the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us!
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Now’s the day and now’s the hour.
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Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.
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God knows, I’m no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.
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O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
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When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.
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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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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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What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love’s the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.
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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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But facts are chiels that winna ding, An’ downa be disputed.
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Anticipation forward points the view.
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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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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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Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
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Man’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!
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To step aside is human.
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The best plans of men and mice often go awry.
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I want someone to laugh with me, someone to be grave with me, someone to please me and help my discrimination with his or her own remark, and at times, no doubt, to admire my acuteness and penetration.
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The wide world is all before us – but a world without a friend.
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