My heart ‘s in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart ‘s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
ROBERT BURNSO, wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An’ foolish notion.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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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.
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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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Firmness in enduring and exertion is a character I always wish to possess. I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint and cowardly resolve.
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I look on the opposite sex with something like the admiration with which I regard the starry sky on a frosty December night. I admire the beauty of the Creator’s workmanship, I am charmed with the wild but graceful eccentricity of the motions, and then I wish both of them goodnight.
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To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For nature made her what she is, And never made anither!
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God knows, I’m no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.
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O, wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An’ foolish notion.
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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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Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.
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The wisest man the warl’ e’er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
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To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That’s the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
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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.
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And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
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O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
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Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.
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