Gie me ae spark o’ Nature’s fire, That’s a’ the learning I desire.
ROBERT BURNSGie me ae spark o’ Nature’s fire, That’s a’ the learning I desire.
ROBERT BURNSMy heart ‘s in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart ‘s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
ROBERT BURNSThe honest man, though e’er sae poor, Is king o’ men, for a’ that!
ROBERT BURNSBeauty’s of a fading nature. Has a season and is gone!
ROBERT BURNSHope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
ROBERT BURNSHere’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.
ROBERT BURNSThe upright, honest-hearted man Who strives to do the best he can, Need never fear the church’s ban Or hell’s damnation.
ROBERT BURNSLook abroad through Nature’s range, Nature’s mighty law is change.
ROBERT BURNSMankind is a science that defies definitions.
ROBERT BURNSAn 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 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 BURNSAnd like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
ROBERT BURNSA mind that is conscious of its integrity scorns to say more than it means to perform.
ROBERT BURNSThe voice of Nature loudly cries,And many a message from the skies,That something in us never dies.
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 BURNSA eunuch is a man who has had his work cut out for him.
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