Gie me ae spark o’ Nature’s fire, That’s a’ the learning I desire.
ROBERT BURNSSome books are lies frae end to end.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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Nature’s law, That man was made to mourn. Man’s inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! O Death, the poor man’s dearest friend, The kindest and the best!
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Prudent, cautious self-control is wisdom’s root.
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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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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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Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever.
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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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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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My Son, these maxims make a rule An lump them ay thegither: The Rigid Righteous is a fool, The Rigid Wise anither.
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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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There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
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Painters and poets have liberty to lie.
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Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
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Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine, An’ fill it in a silver tassie.
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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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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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