Quote #15
An' there began a lang digression About the lords o' the creation.
More from Robert Burns
- His locked, lettered, braw brass collar Showed him the gentleman an' scholar.
- 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 …
- Misled by fancy's meteor ray, By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray Was light from heaven.
- Wee, modest, crimson-tipped 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…
- It's hardly in a body's pow'r, To keep, at times, frae being sour.
- Stern Ruin's plowshare drives elate, Full on thy bloom.
- On ev'ry hand it will allowed be, He's just-nae better than he should be.
- Perhaps it may turn out a sang, Perhaps turn out a sermon.