What did Robert Burns mean by: T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,-Jessy! Robert Burns Poet · Scotland Copy
+ Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe. Author, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Robert Burns, Music, Pleasure, Woe, 0 Robert Burns Poet · Scotland
+ My heart is sair-I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody. Author, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Robert Burns, Longing, Love, Pain, 0 Robert Burns Poet · Scotland
+ The wide world is all before us – but a world without a friend. Author, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Robert Burns, Exploration, Friendship, Loneliness, 0 Robert Burns Poet · Scotland
+ All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath’d with nodding corn. Author, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Robert Burns, Abundance, Celebration, Harvest, 0 Robert Burns Poet · Scotland
+ O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent Author, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Robert Burns, Longing, Love, Patriotism, 0 Robert Burns Poet · Scotland
+ Even every ray of hope destroyed and not a wish to gild the gloom. Author, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Robert Burns, Despair, Destruction, Loss, 0 Robert Burns Poet · Scotland
+ Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min? Author, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Robert Burns, Friendship, Memory, Reflection, 0 Robert Burns Poet · Scotland
+ Morality, thou deadly bane,Thy tens o’ thousands thou has slain! Author, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Robert Burns, Consequences, Criticism, Morality, 0 Robert Burns Poet · Scotland
Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we’re for the dark So soon, so soon. Jean Rhys Writer · Dominica
There has not been one day since I left that I have not thought about Haiti. Jean-Claude Duvalier Politician · Haiti
Slaves lose everything in their chains, even the desire of escaping from them. Read explanation Jean-Jacques Rousseau Philosopher · Switzerland
This hole in my heart is in the shape of you. No one else can fit it. Why would I want them to? Jeanette Winterson Author · England
