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 BURNSMy 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!
More Robert Burns Quotes
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Suspense is worst than disappointment.
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The wide world is all before us – but a world without a friend.
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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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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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Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.
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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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Life is but a day at most.
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Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine, An’ fill it in a silver tassie.
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She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonny wee thing, This sweet wee wife o’ mine.
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Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
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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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O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!
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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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O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
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How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful.
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