Scottish poet & lyricist (1759-1796)
Gie me ae spark o' Nature's fire,
That's a' the learning I desire.
ROBERT BURNS
First Epistle to John Lapraik
While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things,
The fate of empires and the fall of kings;
While quacks of State must each produce his plan,
And even children lisp the Rights of Man;
Amid this mighty fuss just let me mention,
The Rights of Woman merit some attention.
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The Rights of Women
When Nature her great masterpiece designed,
And framed her last, best work, the human mind,
Her eye intent on all the wondrous plan,
She formed of various stuff the various Man.
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To Robert Graham
Freedom and Whisky gang thegither!
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The Author's Earnest Cry and Prayer
Had we never lov'd sae kindly,
Had we never lov'd sae blindly,
Never met -- or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
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Ae Fond Kiss
Some books are lies frae end to end.
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Death and Dr. Hornbook
The rank is but the guinea's stamp;
The man's the gowd for a' that!
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For a' that and a' that
But pleasures are like poppies spread--
You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river--
A moment white -- then melts for ever.
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Tam o' Shanter
There's nought but care on ev'ry han',
In every hour that passes, O:
What signifies the life o' man,
An 'twerna for the lasses, O.
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Green Grow the Rashes, O
Oh, my Luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve is like the melodie,
That's sweetly played in tune.
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A Red, Red Rose
The heart benevolent and kind
The most resembles God.
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A Winter Night
Nae man can tether time or tide.
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Tam o' Shanter
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft a-gley;
And leave us naught but grief and pain
For promised joy.
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To a Mouse
This day, Time winds th' exhausted chain,
To run the twelvemonth's length again.
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New Year's Day
A fig for those by law protected!
Liberty's a glorious feast!
Courts for cowards were erected,
Churches built to please the priest.
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The Jolly Beggars
To make a happy fire-side clime
To weans and wife,
That's the true pathos and sublime
Of human life.
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To Dr. Blacklock
But facts are chiels that winna ding, and downa be disputed.
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A Dream
Her lips are like the cherries ripe
That sunny walls from Boreas screen.
They tempt the taste and charm the sight.
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On Cessnock's Banks
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to min'?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' auld lang syne?
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Auld Lang Syne
Anticipation forward points the view.
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The Cotter's Saturday Night