Robert Burns Quotes

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And O! be sure to fear the Lord alway, And mind your duty, duly, morn and night; Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray, Implore His counsel and assisting might: They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright.

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But of all Nonsense, Religious Nonsense is the most nonsensical; so enough, & more than enough of it - Only, by the bye, will you, or can you tell me, my dear Cunningham, why a religioso turn of mind has always a tendency to narrow and illiberalise the heart?

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Such is the fate of simple Bard,
On life's rough ocean luckless starr'd

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Auld Nature swears the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O; Her 'prentice han' she tried on man, And then she made the lasses, O!

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John Barleycorn was a hero bold, Of noble enterprise, For if you do but taste his blood, 'Twill make your courage rise, Twill make a man forget his wo; 'Twill heighten all his joy.

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What's a' your jargon o' your schools, Your Latin names for horns and stools; If honest nature made you fools.

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The lightly-jumping, glowrin' trouts, That thro' my waters play...

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And let us mind, faint heart ne'er wan A lady fair. Wha does the utmost that he can Will whyles do mair.

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Even every ray of hope destroyed and not a wish to gild the gloom.

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Oh, stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay, Nor quit for me the trembling spray, A hapless lover courts thy lay, Thy soothing, fond complaining.

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I have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.

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Ambition is a meteor-gleam; Fame a restless airy dream; Pleasures, insects on the wing Round Peace, th' tend rest flow'r of spring.

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For gold the merchant ploughs the main,
The farmer ploughs the manor.

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The honest man, though e'er sae poor,
Is king o' men, for a' that!

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Why has a religious turn of mind always a tendency to narrow and harden the heart?

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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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Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning green; The fragrant birch and hawthorn hoar Twin'd am'rous round the raptur'd scene.

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Green, slender, leaf-clad holly-boughs Were twisted graceful', round her brows; I took her for some Scottish Muse, By that same token; And come to stop those reckless vows, Would soon be broken.

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If there 's a hole in a' your coats, I rede ye tent it; A chiel 's amang ye takin' notes, And, faith, he 'll prent it.

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If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare,
One cordial in this melancholy vale,
'T is when a youthful, loving, modest pair
In other's arms breathe out the tender tale

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Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green!

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I'll be merry and free, I'll be sad for nae-body; If nae-body cares for me, I'll care for nae-body.

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O, had I power like inclination, I'd heeze thee up a constellation! To canter with the Sagitarre, Or loop the Ecliptic like a bar, Or turn the Pole like any arrow...

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Farewell, 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.

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The cauld blae North was streaming forth Her lights, wi' hissing eerie din.

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My curse upon your venom'd stang, That shoots my tortur'd gooms alang, An' thro' my lug gies monie a twang Wi' gnawing vengeance, Tearing my nerves wi' bitter pang, Like racking engines!

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Morality, thou deadly bane, Thy tens o' thousands thou hast slain! Vain is his hope, whose stay an' trust is In moral mercy, truth, and justice!

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On Earth, Discord! A gloomy Heaven above, opening her jealous gates to the nineteen thousandth part of the tithe of mankind! And below, an inescapable & inexorable Hell, expanding its leviathan jaws for the vast residue of Mortals!

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See Social-life and Glee sit down,
All joyous and unthinking,
Till, quite transmugrified, they're grown
Debauchery and Drinking

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Just now I've taen the fit o' rhyme / My barmie noddle's working prime.

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