John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Robert Burns. (1759–1796) (continued) |
| 4773 |
| Oh, my luve ’s like a red, red rose, That ’s newly sprung in June; Oh, my luve ’s like the melodie That ’s sweetly played in tune. |
| A Red, Red Rose. |
| 4774 |
| Contented wi’ little, and cantie wi’ mair. |
| Contented wi’ Little. |
| 4775 |
| Where sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. |
| Tam o’ Shanter. |
| 4776 |
| Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet To think how monie counsels sweet, How monie lengthened sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises. |
| Tam o’ Shanter. |
| 4777 |
| His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony; Tam lo’ed him like a vera brither,— They had been fou for weeks thegither. |
| Tam o’ Shanter. |
| 4778 |
| The landlady and Tam grew gracious Wi’ favours secret, sweet, and precious. |
| Tam o’ Shanter. |
| 4779 |
| The landlord’s laugh was ready chorus. |
| Tam o’ Shanter. |
| 4780 |
| Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O’er a’ the ills o’ life victorious. |
| Tam o’ Shanter. |
| 4781 |
| But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever. |
| Tam o’ Shanter. |
| 4782 |
| Nae man can tether time or tide. 1 |
| Tam o’ Shanter. |
| 4783 |
| That hour, o’ night’s black arch the keystane. |
| Tam o’ Shanter. |
| 4784 |
| Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn! |
| Tam o’ Shanter. |
| 4785 |
| As Tammie glow’red, amazed and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious. |
| Tam o’ Shanter. |
| Note 1. See Heywood, Quotation 13. [back] |