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
atheist laughing deities
The great Creator to revere Must sure become the creature; But still the preaching cant forbear, And ev'n the rigid feature: Yet ne'er with wits profane to range Be complaisance extended;An atheist laugh's a poor exchange For deity offended.
atheist would-be twenties
God knows, I'm not the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be, But twenty times I rather would be An atheist clean, Than under gospel colours hid be Just for a screen.
society morality bane
Morality, thou deadly bane,Thy tens o' thousands thou has slain!
beauty gone fading
Beauty's of a fading nature. Has a season and is gone!
farewell heart rivers
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.
pain grief men
But little Mouse, you are not alone, In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes of mice and men Go often askew, And leave us nothing but grief and pain, For promised joy! Still you are blest, compared with me!
should god-knows knows
God knows, I'm no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.
wish despair rays
Even every ray of hope destroyed and not a wish to gild the gloom.
evil frailty
Great for good, or great for evil.
gold farmers merchants
For gold the merchant ploughs the main, The farmer ploughs the manor.
mistake steps humans
To step aside is human.
three economy guinea
To make three guineas do the work of five.
ocean fate simple
Such is the fate of simple Bard, On life's rough ocean luckless starr'd
prayer country-love scotland
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent