In my conscience, I believe that my heart has been so oft on fire that it is absolutely vitrified. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
My heart 's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart 's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Why has a religious turn of mind always a tendency to narrow and harden the heart? — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
And let us mind, faint heart ne'er wan A lady fair. Wha does the utmost that he can Will whyles do mair. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
The joy of my heart is to 'study men, their manners, and their ways,' and for this darling object I cheerfully sacrifice… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
But deep this truth impressed my mind — Thro' all his works abroad, The heart benevolent and kind The most resembles God. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those. The bursting tears my heart declare; Farewell, the… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
An honest man here lies at rest, the friend of man the friend of truth the friend of age and guide of… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
But of all Nonsense, Religious Nonsense is the most nonsensical; so enough, & more than enough of it - Only, by the… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn. — Robert Burns Copy Share
Oh my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; Oh my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune. — Robert Burns Copy Share
Again rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep'd in the morning dews. — Robert Burns Copy Share
Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry? — Robert Burns Copy Share
“All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn." [ Brigs of Ayr ]” — Robert Burns Copy Share
