black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.

Robert Burns

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.
ROBERT BURNS

Desire Enemy Friendship Heart Love Myself Peace Tears
Life is but a day at most.
ROBERT BURNS

Life One Liner Time
When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.
ROBERT BURNS

Desperate Face
The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
ROBERT BURNS

Best Man Planning Wasted
Some books are lies frae end to end.
ROBERT BURNS

Book End Lying One Liner
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 BURNS

Best Friendship Himself Honesty Knowledge Lie Live Man Virtue World
Mankind is a science that defies definitions.
ROBERT BURNS

Kind Man Meaning One Liner Science
Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.
ROBERT BURNS

Death Ourselves Team
But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
ROBERT BURNS

Forever Love See
Now’s the day and now’s the hour.
ROBERT BURNS

End One Liner Present Time
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
ROBERT BURNS

Heaven Myself Patriot Warm
Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
ROBERT BURNS

Hope Yourself
Dare to be honest and fear no labor. … Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.
ROBERT BURNS

Dare Death Fear Himself Honesty Man Music Sing
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!
ROBERT BURNS

Best Count Death Humanity Kind Law Man Nature
The voice of Nature loudly cries,And many a message from the skies,That something in us never dies.
ROBERT BURNS

Cry Death Loud Nature Sky Voice
Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
ROBERT BURNS

Hope Success Wings

When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More Robert Burns Quotes