46 Great Quotes By Robert Burns, Pioneer Of Romantic Movement
Poet and Lyricist
Ayrshire, Scotland, United Kingdom
The famous Scottish poet Robert Burns is acclaimed for his songs and poems. He became an icon in Scotland after his death and gained fame as the trailblazer of ‘Romantic Movement’. Although Robert received education during his childhood, he had to lead the life of an agriculturist. Toiling at his father’s farm, he wrote songs to impress girls, for which he was nicknamed ploughman poet. He is also known for founding the ‘Tarbolton Bachelors Club’ with his brother. His collection of poems, ‘Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect’ made him popular in Scotland. Further along with writing originals, Robert not only collected folk songs and poems, but also revised and translated them. Since he was also capable of writing in English, he gained fame all over the world. “Auld Lang Syne”, is a song that is sung on every 31st December, celebrating the gifts of such a great personality. His writings, quotes, thoughts and poems are still and admired by all. Here is a collection of thoughts, quotation and sayings by Robert Burns on fate, poetry, ignorance, love, empowerment, equality etc.
We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine;
But seas between us broad have roared
since days of long ago. But to see her was to love her,
Love but her, and love forever. The best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley. Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit. 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. But to see her was to love her,
Love but her, and love forever.
Had we never lou'd sae kindly,
Had we never lou'd sae blindly,
Never met - or never parted -
We had ne'er been broken hearted There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing. Had we never lov'd sae kindly,
Had we never lov'd sae blindly,
Never met -- or never parted --
we had ne'er been broken-hearted Ye Hypocrites, are these your pranks
To murder men and gie God thanks
Desist for shame, proceed no further
God won't accept your thanks for murder. But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed;
Or, like the snow-fall in the river,
A moment white, then melts forever. The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men,
Gang aft agley.
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!
(To A Mouse) Gin a body meet a body
Coming thro' the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body—
Need a body cry? My heart is sair-I dare na tell,
My heart is sair for Somebody. Some books are lies frae end to end,
And some great lies were never penn'd... Oh would some power the giftie gie us, To see ourselves as others see us. Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie! And man, whose heav'n-erected face
The smiles of love adorn
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn! Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.--Robert Burns My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;
A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. But deep this truth impress'd my mind:
Thro' all His works abroad,
The heart benevolent and kind
The most resembles God. O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us! Hope Springs Exulting on Triumphant Wing. The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us naught but grief an' pain
For promised joy!
Still thou art blest, compared wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee: Let them cant about decorum, who have characters to lose! Oh the gift that god could give us, to see ourselves as others see others. Before the morn ye'll work mischief:''
Indeed will I,'' quo' Findlay.
-Ти май си нещо наумил.
-Май нещо - каза Финдли. I am little acquainted with politeness, but I know a good deal of benevolence of temper and goodness of heart. In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy! Then gently scan your brother
still gentler sister woman, though they may gang
a kennin wrang, to step aside is human My love is like the red red rose
That's newly sprung in June
O my love's like the melody
That's newly played in tune Even tho who mournst the daisies fate, that fate is thine. For a' that, an' a' that,
It's coming yet for a' that,
That Man to Man, the world o'er,
Shall brothers be for a' that. The fear o’ hell’s a hangman’s whip to haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honor grip, let that aye be your border. Ah the power that gift would give us, to see ourselves as others see us. Critics! Appalled I ventured on the name.
Those cutthroat bandits in the paths of fame. I found that old Solomon proved it fair,
That a big-belly'd bottle's a cure for all care. Through and through the inspired leaves,
Ye maggots, make your windings;
But, oh! respect his lordship’s taste,
And spare his golden bindings. All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn,
Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn."
[Brigs of Ayr]
The best laid schemes o'mice an' men
gang aft agley, An'lea'e us nought but grief an'pain, For promis'd joy...
A fig for those by law protected!
Liberty's a glorious feast!
Courts for cowards were erected,
Churches built to please the priest!
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.
Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate, that fate is thine.
Even thou who mournst the daisies fate, that fate is thine.
Unmatch'd at the bottle, unconquer'd in war, He drank his poor god-ship as deep as the sea; No tide of the Baltic e'er drunker than he.