O life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!
Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
Contributed by: Zaady
Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted!
Source: Ae Fond Kiss.
Good Lord, what is man! for as simple he looks, Do but try to develop his books and his crooks, With his depths and his shallows, his good and his evil, All in all, he's a problem must puzzle the devil.
Source: Sketch: inscribed to C. J. Fox
Nature's law, That man was made to mourn. Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! O Death, the poor man's dearest friend, The kindest and the best!
Source: Man was made to Mourn
Perhaps Dundee's wild-warbling measures rise, Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name.
Source: The Cotter's Saturday Night.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.
Source: Tam o' Shanter.
Misled by fancy's meteor ray, By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray Was light from heaven.
Source: The Vision.
Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom.
Source: To a Mountain Daisy.
Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human.
Source: Address to the Unco Guid, 1787
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