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.
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 BURNSSome wee short hour ayont the twal.
ROBERT BURNSA eunuch is a man who has had his work cut out for him.
ROBERT BURNSKings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O’er a’ the ills o’ life victorious.
ROBERT BURNSSome books are lies frae end to end.
ROBERT BURNSOh 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.
ROBERT BURNSLife is but a day at most.
ROBERT BURNSThe best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men, Gang aft a-gley, And leave us nought but grief and pain, For promised joy.
ROBERT BURNSGod 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.
ROBERT BURNSWhat is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love’s the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.
ROBERT BURNSThe wisest man the warl’ e’er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
ROBERT BURNSAnd like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
ROBERT BURNSO Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
ROBERT BURNSThe honest man, though e’er sae poor, Is king o’ men, for a’ that!
ROBERT BURNSBe Briton still to Britain true, Among oursel’s united; For never but by British hands Maun British wrangs be righted.
ROBERT BURNSCritics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.
ROBERT BURNS