Author: Robert Burns

Cited by

• Tabish Khair (1)
  • IN: The Thing About Thugs (2010) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: but, Mousie, thou art no thy lane In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft a-gley
    FROM: To a Field Mouse, (1785), NULL, UK
• Chris Lynch (1)
  • IN: Irreversible (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: O wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us!
    FROM: To a Louse, (1786), Poem, UK
• Ian Rankin (1)
  • IN: Black and Blue (1997) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: O would, ere I had seen the day That treason thus could sell us, My auld grey head had lien in clay, Wi’ Bruce and loyal Wallace! But pith and power, till my last hour, I’ll mak’ this decleration; We’re bought and sold for English gold – Such a parcel of rogues in a nation.
    FROM: Fareweel to a’ Our Scottish Fame (Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation), (1791), Poem, UK
• Minette Walters (1)
  • IN: The Ice House (1992) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! It wad frae mony a blunder free us, And foolish notion.
    FROM: "To a Louse", (1786), Poem, UK
• Doug Johnstone (1)
  • IN: Smoke Heads (2011) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Freedom an' whiskey gang thegither
    FROM: The Author's Earnest Cry And Prayer, (1786), Poem, UK
• Howard Jacobson (1)
  • IN: Who's Sorry Now? (2002) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The sacred lowe o' weel-plac'd love, Luxuriantly indulge it; But never tempt th'illicit rove, Tho' naething should divulge it: I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing; But, och! it hardens a' within And petrifies the feeling!
    FROM: Epistle to a Young Friend, (1786), Poem, UK
• Catharine Maria Sedwick (1)
  • IN: Redwood: A Tale (1824) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: “Lassie, say thou lo'est me, Or if thou wilt na be my ain, Say na thou’lt refuse me.
    FROM: Wilt Thou Be My Dearie?, (1794), Poem, UK
• Walter Scott (2)
  • IN: A Legend of Montrose (1819) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Whatever stranger visits here, We pity his sad case, Unless to worship he draw near The King of Kings—his Grace.
    FROM: EPIGRAM ON A VISIT TO INVERARY, (None), NULL, UK
  • IN: Castle Dangerous (1831) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: As I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa’flower scents the dewy air, Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower, And tells the midnight moon her care: The winds were laid, the air was still, The stars they shot along the sky; The Fox was howling on the hill, And the distant echoing glens reply.
    FROM: A Vision, (1794), Poem, UK
• Victoria Roberts (3)
  • IN: My Highland Spy (2014) Historical Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects. ~~
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
  • IN: Kill or be Kilt (2016) Historical Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Some books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn’d...
    FROM: Death and Doctor Hornbook, (1785), Poem, UK
  • IN: Kilts and Daggers (2015) Historical Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Suspense is worse than disappointment.
    FROM: Letter to Thomas Sloan, (1791), Letter, UK
• Alison Mercer (1)
  • IN: Stop the Clock (2012) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: We twa hae paidl'd in the burn, Frae morning sun till eve; But seas between us braid hae roar'd, Sin' auld lang syne. Which translates, approximately, as: We two have paddled in the stream, From morning sun till eve; But seas between us broad have roared, Since long, long ago.
    FROM: Auld Lang Syne', (1788), Poem, NULL
• Nora Roberts (1)
  • IN: Devoted in Death (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn!
    FROM: Man Was Made to Mourn, (None), Poem, NULL
• Helen Mathers (1)
  • IN: Comin' thro' the Rye (1875) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Had we never met sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met and never parted, We had ne'er been broken hearted.
    FROM: Ae Fond Kiss, (1791), Poem, NULL
• Anonymous (1)
  • IN: The autobiography of a Private soldier: showing the danger of rashly enlisting (1838) Book, British
    EPIGRAPH: O, man, when in thy youthful days, How prodigal of time; Misspending all thy precious hours, Thy glorious summer's prime.
    FROM: Man Was Made to Mourn: A Dirge, (1784), Poem, UK
• William Hay Leith Tester (1)
  • IN: Poems: by William Hay Leith Tester (La Teste) (1867) Poetry, British
    EPIGRAPH: Gie me ae spark o' Nature's fire, That's a' the learning I desire; Then tho' I drudge thro' dub an' mire, At pleugh or cart, My Muse, tho' hamely in attire, May touch the heart.
    FROM: Epistle To J. Lapraik, An Old Scottish Bard, (1786), Poem, UK
• Samuel Bamford (1)
  • IN: Early days (1849) Book, British
    EPIGRAPH: Is there for honest poverty, That hangs his head an' a' that? The coward slave, we pass him by.
    FROM: Is There for Honest Poverty (A Man's a Man for A' That), (1795), Song, UK