Robert Burns

When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare.

When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare.

Nae man can tether time or tide.

Nae man can tether time or tide.

I pick my favourite quotations and store them in my mind as ready armour, offensive or defensive, amid the struggle read more

I pick my favourite quotations and store them in my mind as ready armour, offensive or defensive, amid the struggle of this turbulent existence.

That hour o' night's black arch the keystane.

That hour o' night's black arch the keystane.

O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent;
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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.