From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
But little Mouse, you are not alone, In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes of mice and men Go… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Ye Hypocrites, are these your pranks To murder men and gie God thanks Desist for shame, proceed no further God won't accept… — 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
I am very willing to admit that I have some poetical abilities, and as few - if any - writers, either moral… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
An honest man here lies at rest, the friend of man the friend of truth the friend of age and guide of… — 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
