When chill Novembers surly blast make fields and forest bare. – Robert Burns
Their sighing , canting , grace-proud faces, their three-mile prayers, and half-mile graces. – Robert Burns
When chill Novembers surly blast make fields and forest bare. – Robert Burns
Their sighing , canting , grace-proud faces, their three-mile prayers, and half-mile graces. – Robert Burns
How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful. – Robert Burns
I want someone to laugh with me, someone to be grave with me, someone to please me and help my discrimination with his or her own remark, and at times, no doubt, to admire my acuteness and penetration. – Robert Burns
People often become scholars for the same reason they become soldiers: simply because they are unfit for any other station. Their right hand has to earn them a livelihood; one might say they lie down like bears in winter and seek sustenance from their paws. – G. C. (Georg Christoph) Lichtenberg