Inspiring bold JohnBarleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi’ usquebae, we’ll face the devil!
ROBERT BURNSTo make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That’s the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
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Be Briton still to Britain true, Among oursel’s united; For never but by British hands Maun British wrangs be righted.
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The wisest man the warl’ e’er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
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Some books are lies frae end to end.
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An 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.
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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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When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.
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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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To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That’s the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
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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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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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Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.
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There’s some are fou o’ love divine; There’s some are fou o’ brandy.
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Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
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The honest man, though e’er sae poor, Is king o’ men, for a’ that!
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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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