Robert Burns Quotes

If there's another world, he lives in bliss; If there is none, he made the best of this.

Robert Burns

Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie.

Robert Burns

Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquabae, we'll face the devil!

Robert Burns

But pleasures are like poppies spread You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river A moment whitethen melts forever.

Robert Burns

Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.

Robert Burns

Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet To think how monie counsels sweet, How monie lengthened, sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises!

Robert Burns

Where sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.

Robert Burns

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

Robert Burns

John Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw, But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo!

Robert Burns

He turn'd him right and round about Upon the Irish shore; And gae his bridle reins a shake, With adieu forevermore, My dear And adieu forevermore!

Robert Burns

But to see her was to love her; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never metor never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

Robert Burns

Oh, my Luve is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June. O, my Luve is like the melodie, That's sweetly played in tune.

Robert Burns

A gaudy dress and gentle air May slightly touch the heart; But it's innocence and modesty that polished the dart.

Robert Burns

The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honour grip, Let that aye be your border.

Robert Burns

From scenes like these, old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, "An honest man's the noblest work of God."

Robert Burns
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