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.
ROBERT BURNSOh 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.
ROBERT BURNSA eunuch is a man who has had his work cut out for him.
ROBERT BURNSNow’s the day and now’s the hour.
ROBERT BURNSIf there’s another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.
ROBERT BURNSBut pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it’s bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever.
ROBERT BURNSFirmness in enduring and exertion is a character I always wish to possess. I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint and cowardly resolve.
ROBERT BURNSGod 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.
ROBERT BURNSWhen matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.
ROBERT BURNSI have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.
ROBERT BURNSDare to be honest and fear no labor. … Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.
ROBERT BURNSFarewell, 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 BURNSHope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
ROBERT BURNSAgain rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep’d in the morning dews.
ROBERT BURNSInspiring bold JohnBarleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi’ usquebae, we’ll face the devil!
ROBERT BURNSNae man can tether time or tide.
ROBERT BURNSTo make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That’s the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
ROBERT BURNS