Some books are lies frae end to end.
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.
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When 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.
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The 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.
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Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.
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The best laid plans take 40 years to complete.
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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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Dare to be honest and fear no labor. … Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.
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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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Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those. The bursting tears my heart declare; Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.
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Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.
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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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The voice of Nature loudly cries,And many a message from the skies,That something in us never dies.
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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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Beauty’s of a fading nature. Has a season and is gone!
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The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men, Gang aft a-gley, And leave us nought but grief and pain, For promised joy.
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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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