Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine, An’ fill it in a silver tassie.
ROBERT BURNSNow’s the day and now’s the hour.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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Dare to be honest and fear no labor. … Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.
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I pick my favourite quotations and store them in my mind as ready armour, offensive or defensive, amid the struggle of this turbulent existence.
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Man’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!
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O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
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I look on the opposite sex with something like the admiration with which I regard the starry sky on a frosty December night. I admire the beauty of the Creator’s workmanship, I am charmed with the wild but graceful eccentricity of the motions, and then I wish both of them goodnight.
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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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To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That’s the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
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O, wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An’ foolish notion.
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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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Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
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Oh my luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June; Oh my luve’s like the melodie That’s sweetly played in tune.
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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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Anticipation forward points the view.
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Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
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My heart ‘s in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart ‘s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
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