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.
ROBERT BURNSWhen Nature her great masterpiece designed,And framed her last, best work, the human mind,Her eye intent on all the wondrous plan,She formed of various stuff the various Man.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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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.
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Man’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!
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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 wisest man the warl’ e’er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
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The upright, honest-hearted man Who strives to do the best he can, Need never fear the church’s ban Or hell’s damnation.
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I have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.
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Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O’er a’ the ills o’ life victorious.
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But facts are chiels that winna ding, An’ downa be disputed.
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Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
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I look on the opposite sex with something like the admiration with which I regard the starry sky on a frosty December night. I admire the beauty of the Creator’s workmanship, I am charmed with the wild but graceful eccentricity of the motions, and then I wish both of them goodnight.
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Your 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.
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The wide world is all before us – but a world without a friend.
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The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn.
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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 voice of Nature loudly cries,And many a message from the skies,That something in us never dies.
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