Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O’er a’ the ills o’ life victorious.
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
-
-
But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever. Had we never lou’d sae kindly, Had we never lou’d sae blindly, Never met – or never parted – We had ne’er been broken hearted.
ROBERT BURNS -
Dare to be honest and fear no labor.
ROBERT BURNS -
The best plans of men and mice often go awry.
ROBERT BURNS -
She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonny wee thing, This sweet wee wife o’ mine.
ROBERT BURNS -
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.
ROBERT BURNS -
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.
ROBERT BURNS -
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.
ROBERT BURNS -
How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful.
ROBERT BURNS -
It ‘s guid to be merry and wise, It ‘s guid to be honest and true, It ‘s guid to support Caledonia’s cause, And bide by the buff and the blue.
ROBERT BURNS -
Prudent, cautious self-control is wisdom’s root.
ROBERT BURNS -
But facts are chiels that winna ding, An’ downa be disputed.
ROBERT BURNS -
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 BURNS -
My Son, these maxims make a rule An lump them ay thegither: The Rigid Righteous is a fool, The Rigid Wise anither.
ROBERT BURNS -
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn.
ROBERT BURNS -
To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For nature made her what she is, And never made anither!
ROBERT BURNS






