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.
Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
Source: Epistle to James Smith.
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
But, oh! fell death's untimely frost That nipt my flower sae early.
Source: Highland Mary.
'T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,-Jessy!
Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain.
Source: A' for our Rightfu' King.
For a' that, and a' that, And twice as muckle 's a' that.
Source: The Jolly Beggars.
And may you better reck the rede, Than ever did the adviser!
Source: Epistle to a Young Friend.
Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve,-how exquisite the bliss!
Source: A Winter Night.
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