Robert Burns: Likeness

Robert Burns was Scottish poet and lyricist. Explore interesting quotes on likeness.

Robert Burns: 228 quotes13 likes

“But pleasures are like poppies spread—
You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river—
A moment white—then melts forever.”

Robert Burns Tam o' Shanter

Source: Tam o' Shanter (1790), Line 59
Source: Tam O'Shanter

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

Robert Burns Tam o' Shanter

Source: Tam o' Shanter (1790), Line 10

“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.”

Epistle to James Smith.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“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.”

A Red, Red Rose, st. 1
Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787-1796)

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

The Vision.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“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."”

Robert Burns The Cotter's Saturday Night

Stanza 19
The Cotter's Saturday Night (1786)

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

Robert Burns Tam o' Shanter

Source: Tam o' Shanter (1790), Line 43

“John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonie brow was brent;
But now your brow is beld, John,
Your locks are like the snaw,
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson, my jo!”

John Anderson, My Jo, st. 1
Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787-1796)

“Ah, Tam! Ah! Tam! Thou'll get thy fairin!
In hell they'll roast you like a herrin!”

Robert Burns Tam o' Shanter

Source: Tam o' Shanter (1790), Line 201

“O, my luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June.”

Source: A Red, Red Rose