| Quotes |
Topic |
| Paradise | Or were I in the wildest waste, Sae bleak and bare, sae bleak and bare, The desert were a paradise If thou wert there, if thou were there. |
| Past | John Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent. |
| Patriotism | Be Briton still to Britain true, Among oursel's united, For never but by British hands Maun British wrangs be righted. |
| Pleasure | But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed. Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white--then melts forever. |
| Prayer | They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright! |
| Preaching | Hear how he clears the points o' Faith Wi' rattling an' thumpin'! Now meekly calm, now wild in wrath, He's stampin', and he's jumpin'! |
| Prison | In durance vile here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep. |
| Proverbs | Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman, Though they may gang a' kennin' wrang To step aside is human. |
| Proverbs | Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! |
| Proverbs | Inspiring bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil, Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil! |
| Proverbs | O wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursel's as ithers see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us. And foolish notion, What airs in dress and gait wad lea'e us, And ev'n devotion! |
| Proverbs | Whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad. |
| Religion | An Atheist's laugh's a poor exchange For Deity offended! |
| Religion | G-- knows I'm no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be, But twenty times I rather would be An atheist clean, Than under gospel colours hid be, Just for a screen. |
| Rivers | Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those. The bursting tears my heart declare, Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr. |
| Rivers | Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise. |
| Rivers | Ayr, gurgling, kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening green, The fragrant birch and hawthorn hoar Twined amorous round the raptures scene. |
| Roses | I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view, For its like a baumy kiss o'er her sweet bonnie mou'! |
| Roses | Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green! |
| Scotland | O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content. |
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