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
Humid seal of soft affections, Tend'rest pledge of future bliss, Dearest tie of young connections, Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
“Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met -- or never parted -- we had ne'er… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever. Had we never lou'd sae kindly, Had we… — 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 often thought that if a well-grounded affection be not really a part of virtue, it is something extremely akin to… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
My love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: My love is like the melody That's sweetly played… — 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
Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met -- or never parted -- we had never… — 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
'T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,-Jessy! — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
It is natural for a young fellow to like the acquaintance of females and customary for him to keep them company when… — 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
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
