Oh would some power the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us! — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
“And man, whose heav'n-erected face The smiles of love adorn Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn!” — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
I have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Now Simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the chrystal streamlets plays; Come let us spend the lightsome days In the birks… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
'T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,-Jessy! — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
I'll be merry and free, I'll be sad for nae-body; If nae-body cares for me, I'll care for nae-body. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
In durance vile 1here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep. — 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