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Grant me, indulgent Heaven, that I may live,
To see the miscreants feel the pains they give;
Deal Freedom’s sacred treasures free as air,
Till Slave and Despot be but things that were.

—Robert Burns, “Lines Inscribed in a Lady’s Pocket Almanac”

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@scotlit@mastodon.scot · 2 weeks ago

I murder hate by flood or field,
Tho’ glory's name may screen us;
In wars at home I’ll spend my blood—
Life-giving wars of Venus.
The deities that I adore
Are social Peace and Plenty;
I’m better pleas’d to make one more,
Than be the death of twenty…

—Robert Burns, “I Murder Hate”

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I Murder Hate
Robert Burns

I murder hate by flood or field,
Tho’ glory’s name may screen us;
In wars at home I’ll spend my blood—
Life-giving wars of Venus.
The deities that I adore
Are social Peace and Plenty;
I’m better pleas’d to make one more,
Than be the death of twenty.

I would not die like Socrates,
For all the fuss of Plato;
Nor would I with Leonidas,
Nor yet would I with Cato:
The zealots of the Church and State
Shall ne’er my mortal foes be;
But let me have bold Zimri’s fate,
Within the arms of Cozbi! — I Murder Hate Robert Burns I murder hate by flood or field, Tho’ glory’s name may screen us; In wars at home I’ll spend my blood— Life-giving wars of Venus. The deities that I adore Are social Peace and Plenty; I’m better pleas’d to make one more, Than be the death of twenty. I would not die like Socrates, For all the fuss of Plato; Nor would I with Leonidas, Nor yet would I with Cato: The zealots of the Church and State Shall ne’er my mortal foes be; But let me have bold Zimri’s fate, Within the arms of Cozbi!

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@scotlit@mastodon.scot · 2 weeks ago

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The “Distracted Boyfriend” meme, for Robert Burns’s poem “Address to the Unco Guid, or the Ridgidly Righteous”. The girlfriend (labelled “Douce Wisdom”) looks upset and angry with her boyfriend (labelled “Poor Mortal”) who is turning around to eye up another passing woman (labelled “Glaikit Folly”)

Assoc for Scottish Literature

@scotlit@mastodon.scot · 2 weeks ago

Holograph manuscript of “Address to the Unco Guid” with headnote to John Leslie, dated June 1789 – this appears to be the only known ms. of the poem in the poet’s hand. Part of the G. Ross Roy Collection at the University of South Caroline, via the Library of Congress

https://www.loc.gov/item/2021667621/

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@scotlit@mastodon.scot replied · 2 weeks ago

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@scotlit@mastodon.scot · 2 weeks ago

My Son, these maxims make a rule,
An’ lump them aye thegither;
The Rigid Righteous is a fool,
The Rigid Wise anither…

—Robert Burns, “Address to the Unco Guid, or the Ridgidly Righteous”

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Address to the Unco Guid, or the Ridgidly Righteous
Robert Burns

My Son, these maxims make a rule,
An’ lump them aye thegither;
The Rigid Righteous is a fool,
The Rigid Wise anither:
The cleanest corn that ere was dight
May hae some pyles o’ caff in;
So ne’er a fellow-creature slight
For random fits o’ daffin.
—Solomon, Eccles. 7. 16

O ye wha are sae guid yoursel’,
Sae pious and sae holy,
Ye’ve nought to do but mark and tell
Your neibours’ fauts and folly!
Whase life is like a weel-gaun mill,
Supplied wi’ store o’ water;
The heaped happer’s ebbing still,
An’ still the clap plays clatter.

Hear me, ye venerable core,
As counsel for poor mortals
That frequent pass douce Wisdom’s door
For glaikit Folly’s portals:
I, for their thoughtless, careless sakes,
Would here propone defences—
Their donsie tricks, their black mistakes,
Their failings and mischances.

Ye see your state wi’ theirs compared,
And shudder at the niffer;
But cast a moment’s fair regard,
What maks the mighty differ;
Discount what scant occasion gave,
That purity ye pride in;
And (what’s aft mair than a’ the lave),
Your better art o’ hidin.

Think, when your castigated pulse
Gies now and then a wallop!
What ragings must his veins convulse,
That still eternal gallop!
Wi’ wind and tide fair i’ your tail,
Right on ye scud your sea-way;
But in the teeth o’ baith to sail,
It maks a unco lee-way. — Address to the Unco Guid, or the Ridgidly Righteous Robert Burns My Son, these maxims make a rule, An’ lump them aye thegither; The Rigid Righteous is a fool, The Rigid Wise anither: The cleanest corn that ere was dight May hae some pyles o’ caff in; So ne’er a fellow-creature slight For random fits o’ daffin. —Solomon, Eccles. 7. 16 O ye wha are sae guid yoursel’, Sae pious and sae holy, Ye’ve nought to do but mark and tell Your neibours’ fauts and folly! Whase life is like a weel-gaun mill, Supplied wi’ store o’ water; The heaped happer’s ebbing still, An’ still the clap plays clatter. Hear me, ye venerable core, As counsel for poor mortals That frequent pass douce Wisdom’s door For glaikit Folly’s portals: I, for their thoughtless, careless sakes, Would here propone defences— Their donsie tricks, their black mistakes, Their failings and mischances. Ye see your state wi’ theirs compared, And shudder at the niffer; But cast a moment’s fair regard, What maks the mighty differ; Discount what scant occasion gave, That purity ye pride in; And (what’s aft mair than a’ the lave), Your better art o’ hidin. Think, when your castigated pulse Gies now and then a wallop! What ragings must his veins convulse, That still eternal gallop! Wi’ wind and tide fair i’ your tail, Right on ye scud your sea-way; But in the teeth o’ baith to sail, It maks a unco lee-way.

See Social Life and Glee sit down,
All joyous and unthinking,
Till, quite transmugrified, they’re grown
Debauchery and Drinking:
O would they stay to calculate
Th’ eternal consequences;
Or your more dreaded hell to state,
Damnation of expenses!

Ye high, exalted, virtuous dames,
Tied up in godly laces,
Before ye gie poor Frailty names,
Suppose a change o’ cases;
A dear-lov’d lad, convenience snug,
A treach’rous inclination—
But let me whisper i’ your lug,
Ye’re aiblins nae temptation.

Then gently scan your brother man,
Still gentler sister woman;
Tho’ they may gang a kennin wrang,
To step aside is human: ‍‍
One point must still be greatly dark,—
The moving Why they do it;‍‍
And just as lamely can ye mark,
How far perhaps they rue it.

Who made the heart, ’tis He alone
Decidedly can try us;
He knows each chord, its various tone,
Each spring, its various bias:
Then at the balance let’s be mute,
We never can adjust it;
What’s done we partly may compute,
But know not what’s resisted. — See Social Life and Glee sit down, All joyous and unthinking, Till, quite transmugrified, they’re grown Debauchery and Drinking: O would they stay to calculate Th’ eternal consequences; Or your more dreaded hell to state, Damnation of expenses! Ye high, exalted, virtuous dames, Tied up in godly laces, Before ye gie poor Frailty names, Suppose a change o’ cases; A dear-lov’d lad, convenience snug, A treach’rous inclination— But let me whisper i’ your lug, Ye’re aiblins nae temptation. Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Tho’ they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human: ‍‍ One point must still be greatly dark,— The moving Why they do it;‍‍ And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, ’tis He alone Decidedly can try us; He knows each chord, its various tone, Each spring, its various bias: Then at the balance let’s be mute, We never can adjust it; What’s done we partly may compute, But know not what’s resisted.

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@scotlit@mastodon.scot replied · 2 weeks ago

https://www.loc.gov/item/2021667621/

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Assoc for Scottish Literature

@scotlit@mastodon.scot · 2 weeks ago

My Son, these maxims make a rule,
An’ lump them aye thegither;
The Rigid Righteous is a fool,
The Rigid Wise anither…

—Robert Burns, “Address to the Unco Guid, or the Ridgidly Righteous”

#Scottish #literature #RobertBurns #BurnsNight #poem #poetry #18thcentury #humour

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Assoc for Scottish Literature

@scotlit@mastodon.scot · 2 weeks ago

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@MartinTaudio@mastodon.scot · 2 weeks ago

A wee it of Burns, the boy wis right enough
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https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/mans-man-0/

Extract for the Robert Burns poem A Man’s a Man for a’ That:

“Ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord,
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that,
Tho' hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a coof for a' that.
For a'that, an' a' that,
His ribband, star, an'a' that,
The man o' independent mind,
He looks an' laughs at a' that.”

English translation:

“You see that fellow called 'a lord',
Who struts, and stares, and all that?
Though hundreds worship at his word,
He is but a dolt for all that.
For all that, and all that,
His ribboned, star, and all that,
The man of independent mind,
He looks and laughs at all that.” — Extract for the Robert Burns poem A Man’s a Man for a’ That: “Ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord, Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that, Tho' hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a' that. For a'that, an' a' that, His ribband, star, an'a' that, The man o' independent mind, He looks an' laughs at a' that.” English translation: “You see that fellow called 'a lord', Who struts, and stares, and all that? Though hundreds worship at his word, He is but a dolt for all that. For all that, and all that, His ribboned, star, and all that, The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at all that.”

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A Man's a Man for a' That

Is there for honest Poverty / That hings his head, an' a' that; / The coward-slave, we pass him by, / We dare be poor for...

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@MartinTaudio@mastodon.scot · 2 weeks ago

A wee it of Burns, the boy wis right enough
#RobertBurns #BurnsNight

https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/mans-man-0/

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A Man's a Man for a' That

Is there for honest Poverty / That hings his head, an' a' that; / The coward-slave, we pass him by, / We dare be poor for...

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This Is My Glasgow

@thisismyglasgow@mastodon.scot · 2 weeks ago

As it's the birthday of Robert Burns, Scotland's national poet, I thought I'm post one of the surprising number of connections between Burns and Glasgow. This is a memorial to Alexander Findlater, an exciseman who was the friend, supporter, and one-time supervisor of Burns. In particular, Findlater vigouroulsy defended him after his death against charges he was a hopeless drunk.

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A memorial to Alexander Findlater in Linn Cemetery in Glasgow.

This Is My Glasgow

@thisismyglasgow@mastodon.scot · 2 weeks ago

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@WedaleBooks@mastodon.scot · 2 weeks ago

Hello! With #burnsnight fast approaching, we’re making sure we’re full of great Scottish poetry books - and not just Burns! We’re so happy to have these wonderful Gàidhlig-Beurla / Gaelic-English books just in from francis_boutle_publishers - perfect to celebrate Scotland’s poetry… #localbookshop