Some rhyme a neebor's name to lash; Some rhyme (vain thought!) for needfu' cash; Some rhyme to court the countra clash, An'… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Morality, thou deadly bane, Thy tens o' thousands thou hast slain! Vain is his hope, whose stay an' trust is In moral… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
But Mousie, thou art no thy lane In proving foresight may be vain The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
And O! be sure to fear the Lord alway, And mind your duty, duly, morn and night; Lest in temptation's path ye… — 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
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
