PoemThe best-laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft a-gley, An' lea'e us nought but grief and pain, For promis'd joy.Robert Burns1785★ 6.9
PoemShould auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne?Robert BurnsAuld Lang Syne · 1796★ 5.4
PoemBut 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 for ever.Robert BurnsTam o' Shanter · 1791★ 5.2
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