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O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent

Robert Burns

Oh 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.
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Play Red Rose
Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever.
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Fall Moments River Snow
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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Health Heaven Myself Peace Warm
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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Beautiful Charm Creation Grace Motion Myself Night Sex
A eunuch is a man who has had his work cut out for him.
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Himself Man Work
Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.
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Critics Fame Path Struggle
The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
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Best Man Planning Wasted
Gie me ae spark o’ Nature’s fire, That’s a’ the learning I desire.
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Desire Learning Nature Spark
A mind that is conscious of its integrity scorns to say more than it means to perform.
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Integrity Meaning Mindset Performance
How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful.
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Person Powerful Rich
O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!
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Life Myself Obstacle Path Road Struggle
Suspense is worst than disappointment.
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Disappointment One Liner Worst
Nae man can tether time or tide.
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Change Man One Liner Time
Again rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep’d in the morning dews.
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Happiness Morning Nature Wind
Some books are lies frae end to end.
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Book End Lying One Liner
Life is but a day at most.
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Life One Liner Time

O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent

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