Frasi di Robert Burns

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“Oh, il mio amore è una rossa, rossa rosa
In giugno appena sbocciata
Oh, il mio amore è una dolce armonia
Abilmente suonata.”

“The voice of Nature loudly cries,
And many a message from the skies,
That something in us never dies.”

“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.”

“To make a happy fireside clime
To weans and wife,—
That is the true pathos and sublime
Of human life.”

“The landlady and Tam grew gracious
Wi' favours secret, sweet, and precious.”

“Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O:
Her prentice han' she tried on man,
An' then she made the lasses, O.”

“Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae farewell, alas, forever!”

“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.”

“When Nature her great masterpiece designed,
And framed her last, best work, the human mind,
Her eye intent on all the wondrous plan,
She formed of various stuff the various Man.”

“That hour, o' night's black arch the keystane.”

“On ev'ry hand it will allowed be,
He's just—nae better than he should be.”

“I waive the quantum o' the sin,
The hazard of concealing:
But, och! it hardens a' within,
And petrifies the feeling!”

“I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union.”

“And like a passing thought, she fled
In light away.”

“O life! thou art a galling load,
Along a rough, a weary road,
To wretches such as I!”

“Dweller in yon dungeon dark,
Hangman of creation, mark!
Who in widow weeds appears,
Laden with unhonoured years,
Noosing with care a bursting purse,
Baited with many a deadly curse?”

“Green grow the rashes, O;
Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend
Are spent among the lasses, O.”

“There's nought but care on ev'ry han',
In every hour that passes, O:
What signifies the life o' man,
An' then she made the lasses, O.”

“John Barleycorn got up again,
And sore surprised them all.”

“If naebody care for me,
I'll care for naebody.”

“The golden Hours on angel wings
Flew o'er me and my Dearie;
For dear to me as light and life
Was my sweet Highland Mary.”

“But, oh! fell death's untimely frost,
That nipt my flower sae early.”

“Gie me ae spark o' Nature's fire,
That's a' the learning I desire.”

“The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.”

“We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine.”

“He turn'd him right and round about
Upon the Irish shore;
And gae his bridle reins a shake,
With adieu forevermore,
My dear—
And adieu forevermore!”

“For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne!”

“The social, friendly, honest man,
Whate'er he be,
'Tis he fulfills great Nature's plan,
And none but he!”

“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."”

“His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony:
Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither—
They had been fou for weeks thegither.”