Some 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 BURNSThe voice of Nature loudly cries,And many a message from the skies,That something in us never dies.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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My heart ‘s in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart ‘s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
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The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn.
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How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful.
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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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Look abroad through Nature’s range, Nature’s mighty law is change.
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If there’s another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.
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Oh would some power the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us!
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Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.
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Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever.
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Mankind is a science that defies definitions.
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Painters and poets have liberty to lie.
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Beauty’s of a fading nature. Has a season and is gone!
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Ye Hypocrites, are these your pranks To murder men and gie God thanks Desist for shame, proceed no further God won’t accept your thanks for murder.
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Some books are lies frae end to end.
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But 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.
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When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.
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Prudent, cautious self-control is wisdom’s root.
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Man’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!
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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.
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O, wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An’ foolish notion.
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My dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heav’n is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!
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The best laid plans take 40 years to complete.
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The honest man, though e’er sae poor, Is king o’ men, for a’ that!
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There’s some are fou o’ love divine; There’s some are fou o’ brandy.
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Anticipation forward points the view.
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I’m truly sorry man’s dominion has broken Nature’s social union.
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