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More Tak Quotes
For auld lang syne, my jo, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.
Robert Burns— 1788 'Auld Lang Syne', chorus. This is the most familiar version of an older, traditional song, reworked by Burns.
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great Chieftain o'the Puddin-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy of a grace As lang's myarm.
Robert Burns— 1786 'To a Haggis', stanza1.
When chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neebors, neebors meet, As market-days are wearing late, An'folk begin to tak the gate.
Robert Burns— 1790 'Tam o' Shanter. A Tale'.
For thof ye had as wise a snout on As Shakespeare or Sir Isaac Newton, Your judgement fouk wou'd hae a doubt on, I'll tak myaith, Till they cou'd see ye wi'a suit on O'gude Braid Claith.
Robert Fergusson— 1772 'Braid Claith', stanza 9.
Louers be war and tak gude heid about Quhome that ye lufe, for quhome ye suffer paine. I lat yow wit, thair is richt few thairout Quhome ye may traist to haue trew lufe agane.
Robert Henryson— c.1470 The Testament of Cresseid, l.561-4.
For auld lang syne, my dear,For auld lang syne,We'll tak a cup o' kindness yetFor auld lang syne!
Robert Burns— Auld Lang Syne, chorus (1788)
Lovers be war and tak gude heid aboutQuhome that ye lufe, for quhome ye suffer paine.I lat yow wit, thair is richt few thairoutQuhome ye may traist to have trew lufe agane.
Robert Henryson— Line 561.
Then horn for horn they stretch and strive;Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive.
Robert Burns— Robert Burns, To a Haggis.
Woord is but wynd; leff woord and tak the dede.
john lydgate— Secrets of Old Philosophers, line 1224.
Then horn for horn they stretch and strive; Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive.
Robert Burns— Robert Burns, To a Haggis.
Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic.
salvador dalí— Dali by Dali (1970), as quoted in Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations (2012), p. 737
?adne ?aby nie graj? tak pi?knie jak polskie
— Translation:
No frogs croak as divinely as Polish ones do
Ja jestem tobie wdzi?czen, ale niepodobna ?eni? si?, kochajmy si?, ale tak – z osobna.
— Translation:
Marriage is out of question, my dear, have a heart!
I am grateful, let's love, yes, but sort of – apart.
— Comment: Tadeusz breaking up with Telimena
"tak, tak, mój Protaze?ku," rzek? klucznik Gerwazy. "tak, tak, mój Gerwaze?ku," rzek? wo?ny Protazy.
— Translation:
"Yes, yes, Protazy dear," said the Warden Gerwazy.
"Yes, yes, Gerwazy dear," said the Usher Protazy.
Uderzenie tak sztuczne, tak by?o pot??ne, ?e struny zadzwoni?y jak tr?by mosi??ne I z tr?b znana piosenka ku niebu wion??a, Marsz tryumfalny: Jeszcze Polska nie zgin??a!... Marsz D?browski do Polski! - I wszyscy klasn?li, I wszyscy: "Marsz D?browski!" chorem okrzykn?li!
— Translation:
The blow struck with such skill, with such force unsurpassed,
That the strings rang out boldly, like trumpets of brass,
And from them to the heavens that song wafted, cherished,
That triumphal march: Poland has never yet perished!
...March D?browski to Poland! – The audience entire
Clapped, and all "March D?browski!" cried out as a choir.
— Comment: Jankiel concludes his cimbalom concert with Poland Is Not Yet Lost, or D?browski's Mazurka, a song praising Gen. Jan Henryk D?browski which eventually became Poland's national anthem.
O Matko Polsko! Ty tak ?wie?o w grobie Z?o?ona – nie ma si? mówi? o tobie!
— Translation:
O Mother Poland! So freshly entombed,
One has not strength now to speak of your doom!
Kalo di hutan tak ada singa, beruk rabun bisa menjadi raja.
— Indonesian proverb
— Literally: If there were no lions in the jungle, a blind monkey could be king.
Uderzenie tak sztuczne, tak by?o pot??ne, ?e struny zadzwoni?y jak tr?by mosi??ne I z tr?b znana piosenka ku niebu wion??a, Marsz tryumfalny: Jeszcze Polska nie zgin??a!... Marsz D?browski do Polski! I wszyscy klasn?li, I wszyscy: "Marsz D?browski!" chorem okrzykn?li!
— The blow struck with such skill, with such force unsurpassed,
That the strings rang out boldly, like trumpets of brass,
And from them to the heavens that song wafted, cherished,
That triumphal march: Poland has never yet perished!
...March D?browski to Poland! – The audience entire
Clapped, and all "March D?browski!" cried out as a choir.
— Pan Tadeusz by Adam Mickiewicz, 1834
Englih translation by Marcel Weyland
F and W gang thegither, tak aff your dram!
Robert Burns— REEDOMHISKY1786 'The Author's Earnest Cry and Prayer, to the Right Honorable and Honorable, the Scotch Representatives in the House of Commons', stanza 30.
tak to na ?wiecie wszystko los zwyk? ko?czy? dzwonem. Rachunki my?li wielkiej, plany wyobra?ni, Zabawki niewinno?ci, uciechy przyja?ni, Wylania si? serc czu?ych! – gdy ?pi? z dala ryknie, Wszystko miesza si?, zrywa, m?ci si? i niknie!
— Translation:
Thus in this world fate all with a bell's tolling ends,
Great ambitions, great projects of imagination,
Childhood's playtimes and friendship's heart-felt consolations,
The hearts' tender confessions! Should some dread bronze roar
From afar, all is shattered, confused – is no more!
— Comment: Count's reflection made on hearing a lunch bell ringing.
... ka?dy, gdzie siedzia?, tam pada: Ten z mis?, ten nad kuflem, ten przy wo?u ?wierci. tak zwyci??ców zwyci??y? w ko?cu sen, brat ?mierci.
— Translation:
... wherever they sit, there they fall:
Over bowl, jar, forequarter, they drooped and they languished.
Thus by sleep, Death's own brother, the victors were vanquished.
