Robert Burns quotes - page 4

Ye're aiblins nae temptation. (Robert Burns)
I pick my favourite quotations and store them in my mind as ready armour, offensive or defensive, amid the struggle of this turbulent existence.
Robert Burns
Firmness in enduring and exertion is a character I always wish to possess. I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint and cowardly resolve.
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The wide world is all before us - but a world without a friend.
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The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
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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.
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Drumossie moor - Drumossie day - A waefu' day it was to me! For there I lost my father dear, My father dear, and brethren three.
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Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow- Let us do or die!
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I was na fou, but just had plenty.
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Perhaps it may turn out a sang, Perhaps turn out a sermon.
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Where sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. (Robert Burns)
He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God" he says, with solemn air.
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But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
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The best laid schemes o' mice and men Gang aft a-gley.
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Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
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Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.--Robert Burns.
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Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
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And may you better reck the rede, Than ever did the adviser!
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Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae farewell, alas, forever!
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Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend Are spent among the lasses, O.
Robert Burns
John Barleycorn got up again, And sore surprised them all. (Robert Burns)
But, oh! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early.
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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!
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It was a' for our rightfu' King We left fair Scotland's strand.
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O, wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An' foolish notion. What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us An' ev'n Devotion.
Robert Burns