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done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Source: Address to Unco Guild
Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! My peace with
these, my love with those. The bursting tears my heart
declare; Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.
Source: The Banks of Ayr
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow
gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.
Source: Flow Gently, Sweet Afton
Be Briton still to Britain true, Among oursel's united; For
never but by British hands Maun British wrangs be righted.
Source: Dumfries Volunteers
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But pleasures are like poppies spread; You seize the flower,
its bloom is shed. Or like the snow falls in the river, A
moment white--then melts forever.
Source: Tam o' Shanter
They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright!
Source: The Cotter's Saturday Night
Or were I in the wildest waste, Sae bleak and bare, sae
bleak and bare, The desert were a paradise If thou wert
there, if thou were there.
Source: Oh! Wert Thou in the Cold Blast
John Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your
locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent.
Source: John Anderson
Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn!
Source: Man Was Made to Mourn
Inspiring bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make
us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquebae,
we'll face the devil!
Source: Tam o' Shanter
O wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursel's as ithers
see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us. And foolish
notion; What airs in dress and gait wad lea'e us, And ev'n
devotion!
Source: To a Louse
Whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad.
Source: Whistle, and I'll Come to You
Hear how he clears the points o' Faith Wi' rattling an'
thumpin'! Now meekly calm, now wild in wrath, He's stampin',
and he's jumpin'!
Source: Holy Fair
Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister
woman; Though they may gang a' kennin' wrang To step aside
is human.
Source: Address to Unco Guid
An Atheist's laugh's a poor exchange For Deity offended!
Source: Epistle to a Young Friend
Ayr, gurgling, kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild
woods, thickening green; The fragrant birch and hawthorn
hoar Twined amorous round the raptures scene.
Source: To Mary in Heaven
I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view, For
its like a baumy kiss o'er her sweet bonnie mou'!
Source: The Posie
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew, How pure amang the leaves
sae green!
Source: To Chloris
Let us do or die.
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