To make a happy fire-side clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
Source: Epistle to Dr. Blacklock
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
If naebody care for me, I'll care for naebody.
Source: I hae a Wife o' my Ain.
O Life! how pleasant is thy morning, Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning! Cold-pausing Caution's lesson scorning, We frisk away, Like schoolboys at th' expected warning, To joy and play.
Source: Epistle to James Smith.
When chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare.
Source: Man was made to Mourn.
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.
Source: Contented wi' Little.
And there began a lang digression About the lords o' the creation.
Source: The Twa Dogs.
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