Quote #55

Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe.

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  1. 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…
  2. Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae farewell, alas, forever!
  3. Contented wi' little and cantie wi' mair.
  4. But to see her was to love her; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met-o…
  5. 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.
  6. It was a' for our rightfu' King We left fair Scotland's strand.
  7. 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.
  8. Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain.

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