THE ALDINE EDITION

OF THE BRITISH

POETS

THE POEMS OF BURNS

THREE VOLUMES

VOL II

Y curse upon thy venom'd stang,
That shoots my tortur'd gums alang;
And thro' my lugsgies monie a twang,

Wi' gnawing vengeance;
Tearing my nerves wi' bitter pang,

Like racking engines !

* Burns suffered much from this disease. In a letter from Ellisland, in May, 1789, he complains of “an omnipotent tooth-ache engrossing all his inner man.”

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