Great Throughts Treasury

"I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view, For its like a baumy kiss o'er her sweet bonnie mou'!"

"I'm truly sorry man's dominion has broken Nature's social union."

"In durance vile here must I wake and weep, and all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep."

"Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; wi' usquabae, we'll face the devil!"

"It is cruelty to be humane to rebels, and humanity is cruelty."

"It was a' for our rightfu' King we left fair Scotland's strand."

"It's guid to be merry and wise, It's guid to be honest and true, It's guid to support Caledonia's cause, and bide by the buff and the blue!"

"It's hardly in a body's pow'r, to keep, at times, frae being sour."

"John Anderson, my jo, John, when we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, your bonie brow was brent; but now your brow is beld, John, your locks are like the snaw, but blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo!"

"John Barleycorn got up again, and sore surprised them all."

"John Barleycorn was a hero bold, of noble enterprise, For if you do but taste his blood, 'Twill make your courage rise, Twill make a man forget his wo; 'Twill heighten all his joy."

"Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious."

"Laden with unhonoured years, noosing with care a bursting purse, baited with many a deadly curse?"

"Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow?Let us do or die!"

"Let them cant about decorum, Who have characters to lose!"

"Let us do or die."

"Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die."

"Man,--whose heaven-erected face The smiles of love adorn,-- Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn!"

"Mankind is an unco squad And muckle he may grieve thee."

"Man's inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn. Man was made to Mourn."

"Midnight - that hour of night's black arch the keystone."

"Misled by fancy's meteor ray, by passion driven; but yet the light that led astray was light from heaven."

"Morality, thou deadly bane, Thy tens o' thousands thou has slain!"

"Mourn, little harebells, o'er the lea; Ye stately foxgloves fair to see! Ye woodbines, hanging bonnilie In scented bowers! Ye roses on your thorny tree the first o' flow'rs."

"My dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!"

"My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, my heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; a-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, my heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go."

"My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer."

"My love she's but a lassie yet, my love she's but a lassie yet; we'll let her stand a year or twa, she'll no be half sae saucy yet. It concludes, enigmatically: we're a' dry wi' drinking o't, we're a' dry wi' drinking o't: the minister kisst the fidler's wife, he could na preach for thinkin o't.--"

"Nature's law, that man was made to mourn."

"Now a' is done that men can do, and a' is done in vain."

"Now blooms the lily by the bank, The primrose down the brae; The hawthorn's budding in the glen, The milkwhite is the slae."

"Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o' daisies white Out o'er the grassy lea."

"Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays."

"Nursing her wrath to keep it warm."

"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."

"O life! thou art a galling load, along a rough, a weary road, to wretches such as I!"

"O Mary, at thy window be! It is the wished, the trysted hour."

"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."

"O Thou, whatever title suit theee! Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, wha in you cavern grim an' sooty clos'd under hatches, spairges about the brunstane cootie, to scaud poor wretches! Hear me, auld Hangie, for a wee, an' let poor, damned bodies bee; I'm sure sma' pleasure it can gie, ev'n to a deil, to skelp an' scaud poor dogs like me, an' hear us squeel!"

"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!"

"O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad: tho' father and mither and a' should gae mad."

"O would some power the gift to give us to see ourselves as others see us."

"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."

"Oh, stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay, Nor quit for me the trembling spray, A hapless lover courts thy lay, Thy soothing, fond complaining."

"Oh, 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."

"On ev'ry hand it will allowed be, he's just?nae better than he should be."

"Opera is where a guy gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings."

"Or were I in the wildest waste, sae black and bare, sae black and bare, the desert were a paradise, if thou wert there, if thou wert there."

"Perhaps Dundee's wild-warbling measures rise, or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name."

"Perhaps it may turn out a sang, perhaps turn out a sermon."