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 BURNSA mind that is conscious of its integrity scorns to say more than it means to perform.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
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And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
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Nae man can tether time or tide.
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The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
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The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn.
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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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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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Beauty’s of a fading nature. Has a season and is gone!
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The wide world is all before us – but a world without a friend.
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Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine, An’ fill it in a silver tassie.
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Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.
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I’m truly sorry man’s dominion has broken Nature’s social union.
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There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
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Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O’er a’ the ills o’ life victorious.
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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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