Robert Burns

1759 - 1796

A Quote by Robert Burns on time

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Nae man can tether time or tide.

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: Tam o' Shanter.

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A Quote by Robert Burns on love and nature

To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For Nature made her what she is, And never made anither!

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: Bonny Lesley.

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A Quote by Robert Burns

The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man 's the gowd for a' that.

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: For a' that an a' that.

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A Quote by Robert Burns

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.

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: My Love Is Like a Red Red Rose

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A Quote by Robert Burns on aim, country, and thought

Some rhyme a neebor's name to lash; Some rhyme (vain thought) for needfu' cash; Some rhyme to court the country clash, An' raise a din; For me, an aim I never fash; I rhyme for fun.

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: Epistle to James Smith

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A Quote by Robert Burns on boldness

Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn!

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: Tam o' Shanter.

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A Quote by Robert Burns on creation and darkness

Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark! Who in widow weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse?

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: Ode on Mrs. Oswald.

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A Quote by Robert Burns on assumptions and nature

Again rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep'd in the morning dews.

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

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A Quote by Robert Burns

That hour, o' night's black arch the keystane.

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: Tam o' Shanter.

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A Quote by Robert Burns

Gars auld claes look amaist as weel 's the new.

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: The Cotter's Saturday Night.

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