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 BURNSFarewell, 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.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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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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Ye Hypocrites, are these your pranks To murder men and gie God thanks Desist for shame, proceed no further God won’t accept your thanks for murder.
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The honest man, though e’er sae poor, Is king o’ men, for a’ that!
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And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
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To step aside is human.
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O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!
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But facts are chiels that winna ding, An’ downa be disputed.
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Beauty’s of a fading nature. Has a season and is gone!
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The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.
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Look abroad through Nature’s range, Nature’s mighty law is change.
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Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
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The best laid plans take 40 years to complete.
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The wisest man the warl’ e’er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
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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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Be Briton still to Britain true, Among oursel’s united; For never but by British hands Maun British wrangs be righted.
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