“All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn." [ Brigs of Ayr ]” — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of empires and the fall of kings; While quacks of State must… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
By Oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free!… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever . . . — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry? — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
“O wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us!” — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
“All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn." [ Brigs of Ayr ]” — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
