Quote #52
Oh, my Luve is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June. O, my Luve is like the melodie, That's sweetly played in tune.
More from Robert Burns
- For a' that and a' that, It's coming yet, for a' that, That man to man the world o'er Shall brothers be for a' that.
- Contented wi' little and cantie wi' mair.
- 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.
- Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o' care! Thou…
- The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. For a' that an a' that.
- Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe.
- Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow- Let us do or die!
- Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae farewell, alas, forever!