Robert Burns Quotes About Pleasure

Quotes about: Pleasure

• But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever.

  Robert Burns

  Flower, Fall, Rivers

  'Tam o' Shanter' (1791) l. 59

• Apropos, is not the Scotch phrase 'Auld Lang Syne' exceedingly expressive? I shall give you the verses on the other sheet. The words of 'Auld Lang Syne' are good, but the music is an old air, the rudiments of the modern tune of that name. ... Dare to be honest and fear no labor. ... Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings. ... Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure thrill the deepest notes of woe. ... Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.

  Robert Burns

  Cutting, Men, Scotch

• Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever . . .

  Robert Burns

  Fall, Rivers, White

  'Tam o' Shanter' (1791) l. 59

• Not the bee upon the blossom, In the pride o' sunny noon; Not the little sporting fairy, All beneath the simmer moon; Not the poet, in the moment Fancy lightens in his e'e, Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, That thy presence gi'es to me.

  Robert Burns

  Pride, Moon, Noon

  Robert Burns, James Currie (1844). “The Works of Robert Burns: With Dr. Currie's Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay on His Genius and Character”

• Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed.

  Robert Burns

  Flow, Poppies, Pleasure

  'Tam o' Shanter' (1791) l. 59

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

  Robert Burns

  Thrill, Woe, Pleasure

  Robert Burns, P. Austin Nuttall (1866). “The poetical works of Robert Burns”, p.214

• Ambition is a meteor-gleam; Fame a restless airy dream; Pleasures, insects on the wing Round Peace, th' tend rest flow'r of spring.

  Robert Burns

  Dream, Spring, Ambition

  Robert Burns (1901). “The Poetry of Robert Burns: Posthumous pieces”

• If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare,
  One cordial in this melancholy vale,
  'T is when a youthful, loving, modest pair
  In other's arms breathe out the tender tale

  Robert Burns

  Heaven, Arms, Pairs

  Robert Burns, Robert Chambers (1838). “The Poetical Works of Robert Burns. To which are Now Added, Notes Illustrating Historical, Personal, and Local Allusions. [The Editor's Preface Signed: R. C., I.e. Robert Chambers.]”, p.42

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