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.
ROBERT BURNSWhen chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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The wisest man the warl’ e’er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
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Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those. The bursting tears my heart declare; Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.
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I’m truly sorry man’s dominion has broken Nature’s social union.
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The voice of Nature loudly cries,And many a message from the skies,That something in us never dies.
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The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.
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Man’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!
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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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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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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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And O! be sure to fear the Lord alway, And mind your duty, duly, morn and night; Lest in temptation’s path ye gang astray, Implore His counsel and assisting might: They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright.
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O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
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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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Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
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Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.
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Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O’er a’ the ills o’ life victorious.
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