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• 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....
• Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted!
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Ae Fond Ki...
• Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time, So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry
  Blot out the epic's stately rhyme, But spare his "Highland Mary!...
• 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?...
• Some hae meat and canna eat, And some would eat that want i
  But we hae meat, and we can eat, Sae let the Lord be thankit....
• Oh whistle, and I 'll come to ye, my lad.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Whistle, and I 'll come to ye...
• Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.
  -- Robert Frost, "The Death of the Hired Ma...
• Such were the notes thy once lov'd poet sung, Till death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Epistle to Robert, Earl of Oxford...
• 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....