Dare to be honest and fear no labor. … Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.
ROBERT BURNSBut 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.
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The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn.
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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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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.
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Mankind is a science that defies definitions.
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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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I’m truly sorry man’s dominion has broken Nature’s social union.
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My 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!
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There’s some are fou o’ love divine; There’s some are fou o’ brandy.
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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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Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.
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A eunuch is a man who has had his work cut out for him.
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Nature’s law, That man was made to mourn. Man’s inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! O Death, the poor man’s dearest friend, The kindest and the best!
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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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If there’s another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.
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