The voice of Nature loudly cries,And many a message from the skies,That something in us never dies. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
The social, friendly, honest man, Whate'er he be, 'Tis he fulfils great Nature's plan, And none but he. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
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… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Auld Nature swears the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O; Her 'prentice han' she tried on man, And then she… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
For thus the royal mandate ran, When first the human race began, "The social, friendly honest man, Whate'er he be, Tis he… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Again rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep'd in the… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o'daisies white Out o'er the grassy lea. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For nature made her what she is, And never made… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Nature's law, That man was made to mourn. Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! O Death, the poor man's dearest… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
What's a' your jargon o' your schools, Your Latin names for horns and stools; If honest nature made you fools. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
“Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's asleep by… — 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
