She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonny wee thing, This sweet wee wife o’ mine.
ROBERT BURNSShe is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonny wee thing, This sweet wee wife o’ mine.
ROBERT BURNSI have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.
ROBERT BURNSThe golden hours on angel wings Flew o’er me and my dearie, For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.
ROBERT BURNSSome rhyme a neebor’s name to lash; Some rhyme (vain thought!) for needfu’ cash; Some rhyme to court the countra clash, An’ raise a din; For me, an aim I never fash; I rhyme for fun.
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 BURNSWhat is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love’s the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.
ROBERT BURNSBut to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
ROBERT BURNSIf there’s another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.
ROBERT BURNSO Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!
ROBERT BURNSYour lines, I maintain it, are poetry, and good poetry. Friendship had I been so blest as to have met with you in time, might have led me – God of love only knows where.
ROBERT BURNSA mind that is conscious of its integrity scorns to say more than it means to perform.
ROBERT BURNSPleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.
ROBERT BURNSMy heart ‘s in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart ‘s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
ROBERT BURNSBut 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.
ROBERT BURNSO Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
ROBERT BURNSGod 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.
ROBERT BURNS