John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Robert Burns. (1759–1796) (continued) |
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| Gars auld claes look amaist as weel ’s the new. |
| The Cotter’s Saturday Night. |
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| Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale. |
| The Cotter’s Saturday Night. |
| 4736 |
| He wales a portion with judicious care; And “Let us worship God,” he says with solemn air. |
| The Cotter’s Saturday Night. |
| 4737 |
| Perhaps Dundee’s wild-warbling measures rise, Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name. |
| The Cotter’s Saturday Night. |
| 4738 |
| From scenes like these old Scotia’s grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, ”An honest man ’s the noblest work of God.” 1 |
| The Cotter’s Saturday Night. |
| 4739 |
| For a’ that, and a’ that, And twice as muckle ’s a’ that. |
| The Jolly Beggars. |
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| O Life! how pleasant is thy morning, Young Fancy’s rays the hills adorning! Cold-pausing Caution’s lesson scorning, We frisk away, Like schoolboys at th’ expected warning, To joy and play. |
| Epistle to James Smith. |
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| Misled by fancy’s meteor ray, By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray Was light from heaven. |
| The Vision. |
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| And like a passing thought, she fled In light away. |
| The Vision. |
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| Affliction’s sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve,—how exquisite the bliss! |
| A Winter Night. |
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| His locked, lettered, braw brass collar Showed him the gentleman and scholar. |
| The Twa Dogs. |
| Note 1. See Fletcher, Quotation 3. [back] |