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.
Contributed by: Zaady
They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright!
Source: The Cotter's Saturday Night
The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know And keenly felt the friendly glow And softer flame; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name!
Source: A Bard's Epitaph
To make a happy fire-side clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
Source: Epistle to Dr. Blacklock
He turn'd him right and round about Upon the Irish shore, And gae his bridle reins a shake, With, "Adieu for evermore, my dear, And adieu for evermore."
Source: A' for our Rightfu' King.
The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honour grip, Let that aye be your border.
Source: Epistle to a Young Friend.
But the cheerful Spring came kindly on And show'rs began to fall: John Barleycorn got up again And sore surpris'd them all.
Source: John Barleycorn, st. 3.
Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.
Dare to be honest and fear no labor.
Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
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