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
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
Source: Epistle to James Smith
Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
Source: Tam o' Shanter.
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.
Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn.
Source: Man was made to Mourn.
John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent.
Source: John Anderson.
The landlady and Tam grew gracious Wi' favours secret, sweet, and precious.
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
Liberty 's in every blow! Let us do or die.
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