Robert Burns

1759 - 1796

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

Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn.

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: Man was made to Mourn.

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A Quote by Robert Burns

John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent.

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: John Anderson.

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A Quote by Robert Burns on secrets

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The landlady and Tam grew gracious Wi' favours secret, sweet, and precious.

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: Tam o' Shanter.

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A Quote by Robert Burns on laughter

The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: Tam o' Shanter.

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A Quote by Robert Burns on death and liberty

Liberty 's in every blow! Let us do or die.

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: Bannockburn.

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