Robert Burns

1759 - 1796

A Quote by Robert Burns on life

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Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: Tam o' Shanter.

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A Quote by Robert Burns on benevolence, god, heart, and kindness

The heart benevolent and kind The most resembles God.

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: A Winter Night

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A Quote by Robert Burns on angels and life

The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: Highland Mary.

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A Quote by Robert Burns

They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright!

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: The Cotter's Saturday Night

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A Quote by Robert Burns

Some hae meat, and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it; But we hae meat and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thankit.

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: Grace before Meat, The Selkirk Grace as attrib. to Burns

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A Quote by Robert Burns

We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine.

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: Epistle to a Young Friend.

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A Quote by Robert Burns on feeling

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I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing; But, och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling!

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: Epistle to a Young Friend.

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A Quote by Robert Burns on heart

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My heart 's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart 's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: My Heart 's in the Highlands.

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A Quote by Robert Burns on faith

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If there 's a hole in a' your coats, I rede ye tent it; A chiel 's amang ye takin' notes, And, faith, he 'll prent it.

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: On Captain Grose's Peregrinations through Scotland.

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A Quote by Robert Burns on path

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Your poor narrow foot-path of a street, Where twa wheel-barrows tremble when they meet.

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Source: The Brigs of Ayr

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