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… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
If there's another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
I pick my favourite quotations and store them in my mind as ready armour, offensive or defensive, amid the struggle of this… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious. — 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
The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie, For dear to me as light and life Was my… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
O, Life! how pleasant is thy morning, Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning! Cold pausing Caution's lesson scorning, We frisk away, Like… — 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
Such is the fate of simple Bard, On life's rough ocean luckless starr'd — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I! — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
“In proving foresight may be vain: The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life. — 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
