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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8ee7d20 | Stern Ruin's plowshare drives elate, Full on thy bloom. | Robert Burns | ||
| 2dd173a | I was na fou, but just had plenty. | Robert Burns | ||
| 346a7be | John Barleycorn got up again, And sore surprised them all. | Robert Burns | ||
| 2767bc2 | The heart benevolent and kind The most resembles God. | Robert Burns | ||
| 79bbe5b | This day, Time winds th' exhausted chain, To run the twelvemonth's length again. | Robert Burns | ||
| 3d2589d | But, oh! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early. | Robert Burns | ||
| 0f832a3 | O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad: Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mad. | Robert Burns | ||
| 571d0f3 | O Mary, at thy window be! It is the wished, the trysted hour. | Robert Burns | ||
| b868649 | Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new. | Robert Burns | ||
| 5b5f674 | Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale. | Robert Burns | ||
| 825c432 | He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God" he says, with solemn air. | Robert Burns | ||
| 5edd7ac | Perhaps Dundee's wild-warbling measures rise, Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name. | Robert Burns | ||
| 0d265a1 | Perhaps it may turn out a sang, Perhaps turn out a sermon. | Robert Burns | ||
| 17af387 | An atheist-laugh's a poor exchange For Deity offended. | Robert Burns | ||
| bf5e8c6 | And may you better reck the rede, Than ever did the adviser! | Robert Burns | ||
| 4349dba | Contented wi' little and cantie wi' mair. | Robert Burns | ||
| ff852c7 | Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe. | Robert Burns | ||
| c3533c3 | Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae farewell, alas, forever! | Robert Burns | ||
| 3f93df1 | It was a' for our rightfu' King We left fair Scotland's strand. | Robert Burns | ||
| 0ac81d1 | Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain. | Robert Burns | ||
| 9dc7616 | The landlady and Tam grew gracious Wi' favours secret, sweet, and precious. | Robert Burns | ||
| f3f55e2 | The landlord's laugh was ready chorus. | Robert Burns | ||
| daa4468 | Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious. | Robert Burns | ||
| 5c8103a | Nae man can tether time or tide. | Robert Burns | ||
| fbc6d7a | That hour, o' night's black arch the keystane. | Robert Burns | ||
| b86b664 | As Tammie glow'red, amazed, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious. | Robert Burns | ||
| 94e5dba | Though it rain daggers with their points downward. | Robert Burton | ||
| 4bab5a4 | Ah, Tam! Ah! Tam! Thou'll get thy fairin! In hell they'll roast you like a herrin! | Robert Burns | ||
| 1ffa110 | God knows, I'm no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be. | Robert Burns | ||
| aa5b5f9 | If there's another world, he lives in bliss; If there is none, he made the best of this. | Robert Burns | ||
| b4aa309 | In durance vile here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep. | Robert Burns | ||
| d6f3f05 | Some wee short hours ayont the twal. | Robert Burns | ||
| e1b3696 | When chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare. | Robert Burns | ||
| 56af9c3 | And like a passing thought, she fled In light away. | Robert Burns | ||
| 9fc7595 | Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve,--how exquisite the bliss! | Robert Burns | ||
| 04a3035 | What 's done we partly may compute, But know not what 's resisted. | Robert Burns | ||
| 9f22ac6 | O life! thou art a galling load, To wretches such as I! | Robert Burns | ||
| 62d32c7 | We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine. | Robert Burns | ||
| 7ce0326 | 'T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,--Jessy! | Robert Burns | ||
| 3317ded | All my joys to this are follyNaught so sweet as melancholy. | Robert Burton | ||
| afaf940 | A blow with a word strikes deeper than a blow with a sword. | Robert Burton | ||
| e583b39 | The Chinese say that we Europeans have one eye, they themselves two, all the world else is blinde. | Robert Burton | ||
| ca9b30f | I would help others, out of a fellow-feeling. | Robert Burton | ||
| 4244be4 | Old friends become bitter enemies on a sudden for toys and small offenses. | Robert Burton |