"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.

"Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair."

Contented wi' Little.

"Where sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm."

Tam o' Shanter.

"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.

"His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony; Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither,-- They had been fou for weeks thegither."

Tam o' Shanter.

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

Tam o' Shanter.

"The landlord's laugh was ready chorus."

Tam o' Shanter.

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

Tam o' Shanter.

"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.

"Nae man can tether time or tide."

Tam o' Shanter.

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

Tam o' Shanter.

"Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn!"

Tam o' Shanter.

"As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious."

Tam o' Shanter.

"But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever."

Ae Fond Kiss.

"Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted!"

Ae Fond Kiss.

"To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For Nature made her what she is, And never made anither!"

Bonny Lesley.

"Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o' care?"

The Banks of Doon.

"Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe."

Sweet Sensibility.

"The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man 's the gowd for a' that."

For a' that and a' that.

"A prince can make a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man 's aboon his might, Guid faith, he maunna fa' that."

For a' that and a' that.

"'T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,--Jessy!"

Jessy.

"Some hae meat and canna eat, And some would eat that want it; But we hae meat, and we can eat, Sae let the Lord be thankit."

Grace before Meat.

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

A' for our Rightfu' King.

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

A' for our Rightfu' King.

"He turn'd him right and round about Upon the Irish shore, And gae his bridle reins a shake, With, "Adieu for evermore, my dear, And adieu for evermore.""

A' for our Rightfu' King.

"Necessity is the argument of tyrants; it is the creed of slaves."

Speech on the India Bill, November, 1783.

"Prostrate the beauteous ruin lies; and all That shared its shelter perish in its fall."

The Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin. No. xxxvi.

"Loud roared the dreadful thunder, The rain a deluge showers."

The Bay of Biscay.

"As she lay, on that day, In the bay of Biscay, O!"

The Bay of Biscay.

"On their own merits modest men are dumb."

Epilogue to the Heir at Law.

"And what 's impossible can't be, And never, never comes to pass."

The Maid of the Moor.

"Three stories high, long, dull, and old, As great lords' stories often are."

The Maid of the Moor.

"Like two single gentlemen rolled into one."

Lodgings for Single Gentlemen.

"But when ill indeed, E'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed."

Lodgings for Single Gentlemen.

"When taken, To be well shaken."

The Newcastle Apothecary.

"Thank you, good sir, I owe you one."

The Poor Gentleman. Act i. Sc. 2.

"O Miss Bailey! Unfortunate Miss Bailey!"

Love laughs at Locksmiths. Act ii. Song.

"'T is a very fine thing to be father-in-law To a very magnificent three-tailed Bashaw!"

Blue Beard. Act ii. Sc. 5.

"I had a soul above buttons."

Sylvester Daggerwood, or New Hay at the Old Market. Sc. 1.

"Mynheer Vandunck, though he never was drunk, Sipped brandy and water gayly."

Mynheer Vandunck.

"Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed."

The Village Curate.

"Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail."

The Pleasures of Memory. Part ii. i.

"She was good as she was fair, None--none on earth above her! As pure in thought as angels are: To know her was to love her."

Jacqueline. Stanza 1.

"The good are better made by ill, As odours crushed are sweeter still."

Jacqueline. Stanza 3.

"A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing."

Human Life.

"Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please."

Human Life.

"The soul of music slumbers in the shell Till waked and kindled by the master's spell; And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour A thousand melodies unheard before!"

Human Life.

"Then never less alone than when alone."

Human Life.

"Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves,--not dead, but gone before,-- He gathers round him."

Human Life.

"Mine be a cot beside the hill; A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near."

A Wish.