Robert Burns

Person · Open Library

Born

1873

Died

1948

Works

104

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Music · MusicBrainz

Type

Person

Gender

Female

Origin

United States

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Listeners

5,308

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21,997

1 - Scottish poet and a lyricist.(25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) 2 - DJ and producer from the Netherlands; birth name Robert Tammens 3 - Guitarist 1 - Robert Burns (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) was a Scottish poet and a 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 bey

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Recent publications · Crossref

5 total works indexed

1. Development of the Colle-Salvetti correlation-energy formula into a functional of the electron density

   · 1988 · cited 94,971x

2. Hallmarks of Cancer: The Next Generation

   · 2011 · cited 55,891x

3. Research electronic data capture (REDCap)—A metadata-driven methodology and workflow process for providing translational research informatics support

   · 2009 · cited 45,567x

4. Regression Shrinkage and Selection Via the Lasso

   · 1996 · cited 38,950x

5. The PHQ-9

   · 2001 · cited 38,348x

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Quotes

• “Gin a body meet a body Comin thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body, Need a body cry?”
• “Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie, O what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee, Wi' murd'ring pattle!”
• “I'm truly sorry Man's dominion Has broken Nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion Which makes thee startle, At me, thy poor, earth-born companion, An' fellow-mortal!”
• “The best laid schemes o' mice and men    Gang aft a-gley; And leave us naught but grief and pain    For promised joy.”
• “O L--d thou kens what zeal I bear, When drinkers drink, and swearers swear, And singin' there, and dancin' here, Wi' great an' sma'; For I am keepet by thy fear, Free frae them a'. But yet—O L--d—confess I must— At times I'm fash'd wi' fleshly lust... O L--d—yestreen thou kens—wi' Meg— Thy pardon I sincerely beg! O may 't ne'er be a living plague, To my dishonour! And I'll ne'er lift a lawless leg Again upon her.”
• “All in this mottie, misty clime, I backward mus'd on wasted time, How I had spent my youthfu' prime An' done nae-thing, But stringing blethers up to rhyme For fools to sing.”

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Wikidata facts

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