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!
ROBERT BURNSWhen matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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The best laid plans take 40 years to complete.
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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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But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
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Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.
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But facts are chiels that winna ding, An’ downa be disputed.
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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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I’m truly sorry man’s dominion has broken Nature’s social union.
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Look abroad through Nature’s range, Nature’s mighty law is change.
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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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Dare to be honest and fear no labor. … Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.
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Painters and poets have liberty to lie.
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The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men, Gang aft a-gley, And leave us nought but grief and pain, For promised joy.
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The trout in yonder wimpling burn – That glides, a silver dart, – And, safe beneath the shady thorn, – Defies the anglers art.
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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.
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Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine, An’ fill it in a silver tassie.
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