- 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.
ROBERT BURNS, Ae Fond Kiss
Freedom and Whisky gang thegither!
ROBERT BURNS, The Author's Earnest Cry and Prayer
- Gie me ae spark o' Nature's fire,
- That's a' the learning I desire.
ROBERT BURNS, First Epistle to John Lapraik
- To make a happy fire-side clime
- To weans and wife,
- That's the true pathos and sublime
- Of human life.
ROBERT BURNS, To Dr. Blacklock
- 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.
ROBERT BURNS, Tam o' Shanter
- The rank is but the guinea's stamp;
- The man's the gowd for a' that!
ROBERT BURNS, For a' that and a' that
- The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
- Gang aft a-gley.
- A fig for those by law protected!
- Liberty's a glorious feast!
- Courts for cowards were erected,
- Churches built to please the priest.
ROBERT BURNS, The Jolly Beggars
- Her lips are like the cherries ripe
- That sunny walls from Boreas screen.
- They tempt the taste and charm the sight.
ROBERT BURNS, "On Cessnock's Banks"
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.
ROBERT BURNS, "A Red, Red Rose", Posthumous Pieces
Anticipation forward points the view.
ROBERT BURNS, "The Cotter's Saturday Night"
- Or were I in the wildest waste,
- Sae black and bare, sae black and bare,
- The desert were a paradise,
- If thou wert there, if thou wert there.
ROBERT BURNS, O, Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast