318 Quotes by Robert Burns

Not the bee upon the blossom,In the pride o' sunny noon;Not the little sporting fairy,All beneath the simmer moon;Not the poet, in the momentFancy lightens in his e'e,Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture,That thy presence gi'es to me.

For gold the merchant ploughs the main, The farmer ploughs the manor.

To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o'daisies white Out o'er the grassy lea.

Great for good, or great for evil.

Firmness in enduring and exertion is a character I always wish to possess. I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint and cowardly resolve.

And there begins a lang digression about the lords o' the creation.

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.