Who is Robert Burns

Robert Burns (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796), also known familiarly as Rabbie Burns, the National Bard, Bard of Ayrshire and the Ploughman Poet and various other names and epithets,[nb 1] was a Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide. He is the best known of the poets who have written in the Scots language, although much of his writing is also in English and a light Scots dialect, accessible to an audience beyond Scotland. He also wrote in standard English, and in these writings his political or civil commentary is often at its bluntest.

He is regarded as a pioneer of the Romantic movement, and after his death he became a great source of inspiration to the founders of both liberalism ...
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Heart 333 I Love You 261 Love 261 Never 200 Dear 192 Life 186 Night 184 Sweet 183 Poor 165 Wild 134

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  • Justafandavid: “gin a body meet a body coming thro' the rye, gin a body kiss a body— need a body cry?” ― robert burns
  • Nicholewwhiting: robert moses was the most vile of creatures ever to destroy a city. i recommend ric burns’ documentary “new york city” to fuel your hate fire for this man. i hope is rotting on hell’s highway, the replicas of which he created in nyc
  • Gallowaynews: it sold for more than twice the asking price!
  • Kenloachsixteen: robert burns “o would some power the giftie gie us, to see ourselves as others see us.”
  • Operavolante: "ca' the yowes" - an arrangement of robert burns by paul corfield godfrey
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Richard C Martin: A great poet, whose works I turn to when I need to water my Scottish roots.

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The Human Abstract
 by William Blake

Pity would be no more,
If we did not make somebody Poor;
And Mercy no more could be.
If all were as happy as we;

And mutual fear brings peace;
Till the selfish loves increase.
Then Cruelty knits a snare,

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