All Quotes

"He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own."

"And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love."

"It's hardly in a body's pow'r, To keep, at times, frae being sour."

"Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae farewell, alas, forever!"

"Misled by fancy's meteor ray, By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray Was light from heaven."

"And like a passing thought, she fled In light away."

"His lockèd, lettered, braw brass collar Showed him the gentleman an' scholar."

"An' there began a lang digression About the lords o' the creation."

"Rejoiced they were na men, but dogs."

"This day, Time winds th' exhausted chain, To run the twelvemonth's length again."

"O, wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An' foolish notion. What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us An' ev'n Devotion"

"Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem."

"Stern Ruin's plowshare drives elate, Full on thy bloom."

"O thou! whatever title suit thee, Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie."

"Freedom and Whisky gang thegither."

"Perhaps it may turn out a sang: Perhaps turn out a sermon."

"I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing; But, Och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling!"

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

"What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted."

"O Life! how pleasant is thy morning, Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning! Cold-pausing Caution's lesson scorning, We frisk away, Like schoolboys at th' expected warning, To joy and play."

"O life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!"

"Here, some are thinkin' on their sins, An' some upo' their claes."

"Leeze me on drink! it gi'es us mair Than either school or college."

"There's some are fou o' love divine; There's some are fou o' brandy."

"Just now I've taen the fit o' rhyme, My barmie noddle's working prime."

"Some rhyme a neebor's name to lash; Some rhyme (vain thought!) for needfu' cash; Some rhyme to court the countra clash, An' raise a din; For me, an aim I never fash; I rhyme for fun."

"An' fareweel dear, deluding woman, The joy of joys!"

"Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent amang the lasses, O."

"There's nought but care on ev'ry han', In every hour that passes, O: What signifies the life o' man, An 'twerna for the lasses, O."

"Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O: Her prentice han' she tried on man, An' then she made the lasses, O."

"Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend Are spent among the lasses, O."

"Some books are lies frae end to end."

"I was na fou, but just had plenty."

"Some wee short hours ayont the twal."

"John Barleycorn got up again, And sore surprised them all."

"The heart benevolent and kind The most resembles God."

"Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve,—how exquisite the bliss!"

"Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the puddin'-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy o' a grace As lang's my arm."

"Ye high, exalted, virtuous dames, Tied up in godly laces, Before ye gie poor Frailty names, Suppose a change o' cases: A dear-lov'd lad, convenience snug, A treach'rous inclination— But, let me whisper i' your lug, Ye're aiblins nae temptation. Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human."

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

"Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min'? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' auld lang syne?"

"We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine."

"For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne!"

"Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark! Who in widow weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse?"

"May coward shame distain his name, The wretch that dares not die!"

"A man may drink and no be drunk; A man may fight and no be slain; A man may kiss a bonnie lass, And aye be welcome back again."

"Flow gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise. My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream."

"The voice of Nature loudly cries, And many a message from the skies, That something in us never dies."

"Ay waukin, Oh, Waukin still and weary: Sleep I can get nane, For thinking on my Dearie."

"John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent."