" Burns is the best of British song-writers.

He knew of a way to get food and a bed and a place to work even if it would only last thirty days, for he judged Burns was the kind of man who would yell for the police in case of an assault.

"The face of the patron is black because of it, and a little devil-flame burns in the eyes of the señorita because for love of her men would fight(Such is the way of women, to joy in those things which should give them, fear!)and the señora's face is sagged with worry, and Señor Jackah, there is the fighting look in those eyes!

And not a breeze came, east or west, And burning was the sky, And stifling was each breath we drew Of the air so hot and dry.

When the coal burns, the chief ultimate products of its combustion are carbonic acid, water, and ammoniacal products, which escape up the chimney; and a greater or less amount of residual earthy salts, which take the form of ash.

Burning would be too easy a death for Donnegan.

This little burn is the North Tyne, the beginnings of that stream which, deep, dark, and swift at its mouth, bears the mighty battleships there built to carry the war-flags of the nations round the world.

Since Burns had become his pet aversion, he saved him for the last, framing a few farewell remarks befitting the death of hopes like his, and rehearsing an exit speech suitable to mark his departure from the field of letters.

Burns is the very type of a prime force in letters: he was of all men the most imitative.

The same influence had strengthened his natural inclination toward operative surgery, in which Dr. Burns was a distinguished specialist of national reputation.

Burns, Sandeman, Doty, Douglas, and Talmage; what a galaxy these early pioneers in Amoy were.

Burns, who learned much from him, was an enthusiast in his regard for him, bared his head and shed tears over 'the green mound and the scattered gowans,' under which he found his exemplar lying in Canongate Churchyard, and got leave from the managers to put up a headstone at his own cost there" (1750-1774).

"Let's see, Missis Burns, your husband's name is Patrick, isn't it?" "

We would not deny that Burns was a chamberer and a drunkard because he was a great poet; but we would not admit that whiskey and wenches made him any the less the most richly endowed genius of his century, with just title to the love and admiration of men.

Mrs. Burns was a sad looking woman, with a tired voice.

Until his twenty-eighth year, Robert Burns was an ordinary laborer on one or another of the Ayrshire tenant farms which his father or brothers leased.

Burns is a master in this field.

Burns wasn't a bad sort, after all; just grouchy and irritable.

It may be that Burns was the devoted victim by whose fall it was to be taught that it must awaken and expand and renew its youth in shapes equally sound, but more complex and scientific.

Dr. Alvin Burns was professor in the famous medical college where Miller had attended lectures.

Burns was the god of my idolatry, as Bowles of yours.

Burns is "a literary prodigy," and yet it is "a derogation" to him to consider him as one.

Mrs. Burns, with her infant, became the prisoner of a chief, who carried her to his village and treated her with great kindness.

Roberts however, reminded them of the great danger to which this would inevitably expose them; that there was a thick wood at the back of the town, where the inhabitants could hide themselves, and that, when their all was at stake, they would make a bolder resistance: and that the burning or destroying of a few houses, would be a small return for their labor, and the loss that they might sustain.

Largely because he follows these two principles, Burns is probably the greatest song writer of the world.