Nae man can tether time or tide.
Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
Source: Tam o' Shanter.
Contributed by: Zaady
To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For Nature made her what she is, And never made anither!
Source: Bonny Lesley.
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?
Source: Ode on Mrs. Oswald.
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.
That hour, o' night's black arch the keystane.
Gars auld claes look amaist as weel 's the new.
Source: The Cotter's Saturday Night.
His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony; Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither,- They had been fou for weeks thegither.
And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
Source: The Vision.
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft a-gley; An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain For promis'd joy.
Source: To a Mouse.
Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe.
Source: Sweet Sensibility.
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