Top 197 Quotes & Sayings by Robert Burns - Page 4

[Scottish songs] are, I own, frequently wild, & unreduceable to the more modern rules; but on that very eccentricity, perhaps, depends a great part of their effect.

'T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,-Jessy!

At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th' expectant wee-things, toddling, stacher thro' To meet their Dad, wi' flichterin noise an' glee.

But of all Nonsense, Religious Nonsense is the most nonsensical; so enough, & more than enough of it - Only, by the bye, will you, or can you tell me, my dear Cunningham, why a religioso turn of mind has always a tendency to narrow and illiberalise the heart?

Burns, has spent years exploring the many avenues for adventure and fun in San Diego. The fact that you can experience the desert, snow, mountains and ocean in the course of a day has always been amazing to me. If you are really motivated, you can snow ski, surf, take a mountain hike, and race dune buggies all in one weekend, .. I grew up here and want to showcase San Diego to the world. I love San Diego.

They never sought in vain that sought the Lord alright!

If naebody care for me,I'll care for naebody.

O, my luve is like a red, red rose.

And wild-scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.

The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know And keenly felt the friendly glow And softer flame; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name!

Such is the fate of simple Bard, On life's rough ocean luckless starr'd

On Earth, Discord! A gloomy Heaven above, opening her jealous gates to the nineteen thousandth part of the tithe of mankind! And below, an inescapable & inexorable Hell, expanding its leviathan jaws for the vast residue of Mortals!

An atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange For Deity offended!

Ilk cowslip cup shall kep a tear.

Now Simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the chrystal streamlets plays; Come let us spend the lightsome days In the birks of Aberfeldy.

Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain.