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Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, An' fill it in a silver tassie.
A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.
The wide world is all before us - but a world without a friend.
My heart is sair-I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody.
But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
When chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare.
The lightly-jumping, glowrin' trouts, That thro' my waters play.
Morality, thou deadly bane,Thy tens o' thousands thou has slain!
What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
I'm truly sorry man's dominion has broken Nature's social union.
It's hardly in a body's pow'r,To keep, at times, frae being sour.
The wisest man the warl' e'er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
Even every ray of hope destroyed and not a wish to gild the gloom.
Gie me ae spark o' Nature's fire, That's a' the learning I desire.
Look abroad through Nature's range, Nature's mighty law is change.
The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men, for a' that!
And there begins a lang digression about the lords o' the creation.
The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that.
There's some are fou o' love divine; There's some are fou o' brandy.
Yon rosebuds in the morning-dew, how pure amang the leaves sae green!
For gold the merchant ploughs the main, The farmer ploughs the manor.
Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe.
How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful.
Such is the fate of simple Bard, On life's rough ocean luckless starr'd
Just now I've taen the fit o' rhyme / My barmie noddle's working prime.
'T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,-Jessy!
Oh would some power the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us!
Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed.
God knows, I'm no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.
Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever . . .
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
His locked, lettered, braw brass collar, Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.
As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.
Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.
Why has a religious turn of mind always a tendency to narrow and harden the heart?
O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!
In durance vile 1here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.
Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry?
A mind that is conscious of its integrity scorns to say more than it means to perform.
If there's another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.
Their sighing, canting, grace-proud faces, their three-mile prayers, and half-mile graces.
I have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.
In my conscience, I believe that my heart has been so oft on fire that it is absolutely vitrified.