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Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 34m

Grave, tideless-blooded, calm and cool, Compar'd wi' you--O fool! fool! fool! How much unlike! Your hearts are just a standing pool, Your lives a

Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 35m

my nose; I jouk beneath misfortune's blows As weel's I may; Sworn foe to sorrow, care, and prose, I rhyme away. O ye douce folk, that live by rule,

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Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 6h

water-brose, or muslin-kail, Wi' cheerfu' face, As lang's the muses dinna fail To say the grace." An anxious e'e I never throws Behint my lug, or by

Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 12h

cent. per cent. But give me real, sterling wit, And I'm content. "While ye are pleas'd to keep me hale, I'll sit down o'er my scanty meal, Be't

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Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 18h

yill an' whisky gie to cairds, Until they sconner. "A title, Dempster merits it; A garter gie to Willie Pitt; Gie wealth to some be-ledger'd cit, In

Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 1d

rhymes. "Gie dreeping roasts to countra lairds, Till icicles hing frae their beards; Gie fine braw claes to fine life-guards, And maids of honour! And

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Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 1d

door, And kneel, "Ye Pow'rs," and warm implore, "Tho' I should wander terra e'er, In all her climes, Grant me but this, I ask no more, Ay rowth o'

Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 1d

complaining! Is fortune's fickle Luna waning? E'en let her gang! Beneath what light she has remaining, Let's sing our sang. My pen I here fling to the

Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 1d

They zig-zag on; 'Till curst with age, obscure an' starvin', They aften groan. Alas! what bitter toil an' straining-- But truce with peevish, poor

Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 1d

cozie place, They close the day. And others, like your humble servan', Poor wights! nae rules nor roads observin'; To right or left, eternal swervin',

Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 2d

steady aim some Fortune chase; Keen hope does ev'ry sinew brace; Thro' fair, thro' foul, they urge the race, And seize the prey; Then cannie, in some

Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 2d

For which they never toil'd nor swat; They drink the sweet and eat the fat, But care or pain; And, haply, eye the barren hut With high disdain. With

Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 2d

brier, Unmindful that the thorn is near, Among the leaves; And tho' the puny wound appear, Short while it grieves. Some, lucky, find a flow'ry spot,

Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 2d

lesson scorning, We frisk away, Like school-boys, at th' expected warning, To joy and play. We wander there, we wander here, We eye the rose upon the

Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 2d

An' fareweel dear, deluding woman! The joy of joys! O Life! how pleasant in thy morning, Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning! Cold-pausing Caution's

Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 3d

pace. When ance life's day draws near the gloamin', Then fareweel vacant careless roamin'; An' fareweel cheerfu' tankards foamin', An' social noise;

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Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 3d

For, ance that five-an'-forty's speel'd, See crazy, weary, joyless eild, Wi' wrinkl'd face, Comes hostin', hirplin', owre the field, Wi' creepin'

Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 3d

Where pleasure is the magic wand, That, wielded right, Maks hours like minutes, hand in hand, Dance by fu' light. The magic wand then let us wield;

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Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 3d

the sail, Heave care o'er side! And large, before enjoyment's gale, Let's tak the tide. This life, sae far's I understand, Is a' enchanted fairy land,

Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 3d

I'll lay me with th' inglorious dead, Forgot and gone! But why o' death begin a tale? Just now we're living sound and hale, Then top and maintop crowd

Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 4d

howes My rustic sang. I'll wander on, with tentless heed How never-halting moments speed, Till fate shall snap the brittle thread; Then, all unknown,

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Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 4d

hopes o' laurel-boughs, To garland my poetic brows! Henceforth I'll rove where busy ploughs Are whistling thrang, An' teach the lanely heights an'

Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 4d

o' letters, Hae thought they had ensur'd their debtors, A' future ages: Now moths deform in shapeless tatters, Their unknown pages." Then farewell

Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 4d

Something cries "Hoolie! I red you, honest man, tak tent! Ye'll shaw your folly. "There's ither poets much your betters, Far seen in Greek, deep men

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Robert Burns Poetry Bot @robertburnsbot.bsky.social · 4d

me with a random shot O' countra wit. This while my notion's ta'en a sklent, To try my fate in guid black prent; But still the mair I'm that way bent,

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