Robert Burns
Robert Burns
Robert Burns, also known as Rabbie Burns, the Bard of Ayrshire and various other names and epithets, was a Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide. He is the best known of the poets who have written in the Scots language, although much of his writing is also in English and a light Scots dialect, accessible to an audience beyond Scotland. He also wrote in standard English, and in...
NationalityScottish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth25 January 1759
cheer fall autumn
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.
morning spring locks
Again rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep'd in the morning dews.
nursing wrath sulky
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.--Robert Burns
fear order hell
The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honour grip, Let that aye be your border.
friendship funny-new-years-eve should
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min?
long tasks sitting
Pharmaceutical projects are like fresh fruit - they depreciate if they are not tended to, and they do poorly if sitting on the shelf with long periods of inactivity.
honesty men knights
A man's a man for a' that. . . . . A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that! . . . Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that, That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree and a' that. For a' that, and a' that, It's comin' yet, for a' that, When man to man, the world o'er, Shall brithers be for a' that.
prayer grace three
Their sighing, canting, grace-proud faces, their three-mile prayers, and half-mile graces.
military lord vain
They never sought in vain that sought the Lord alright!
summer moon night
Once upon a Lammas Night When corn rigs are bonny, Beneath the Moon's unclouded light, I held awhile to Annie... The time went by with careless heed Between the late and early, With small persuasion she agreed To see me through the barley... Corn rigs and barley rigs, Corn rigs are bonny! I'll not forget that happy night Among the rigs with Annie!
teacher nature teaching
Gie me ae spark o' Nature's fire, That's a' the learning I desire.
wise learning flames
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!
hands patriotism british
Be Briton still to Britain true, Among oursel's united; For never but by British hands Maun British wrangs be righted.
faith coats tents
If there 's a hole in a' your coats, I rede ye tent it; A chiel 's amang ye takin' notes, And, faith, he 'll prent it.