I’m truly sorry man’s dominion has broken Nature’s social union.
ROBERT BURNSGod knows, I’m no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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Inspiring bold JohnBarleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi’ usquebae, we’ll face the devil!
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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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The trout in yonder wimpling burn – That glides, a silver dart, – And, safe beneath the shady thorn, – Defies the anglers art.
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God 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.
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Again rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep’d in the morning dews.
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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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A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.
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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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God knows, I’m no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.
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Suspense is worst than disappointment.
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Man’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!
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When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.
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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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Be Briton still to Britain true, Among oursel’s united; For never but by British hands Maun British wrangs be righted.
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The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn.
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