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Poetic ardours in my bosom swell , Lone wand ' ring by the hermit ' s mossy cell :
The sweeping theatre of hanging woods ; Th ' incessant roar of headlong
tumbling floods — . . . . . . . . . 20 Here Poesy might wake her heav ' n - taught lyre ,
And ...
Poetic ardours in my bosom swell , Lone wand ' ring by the hermit ' s mossy cell :
The sweeping theatre of hanging woods ; Th ' incessant roar of headlong
tumbling floods — . . . . . . . . . 20 Here Poesy might wake her heav ' n - taught lyre ,
And ...
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... descant , grating , on my soul ; Thou young - eyed Spring , gayin thy verdant
stole , More welcome were to me grim Winter ' s wildest roar . How can ye charm ,
ye flow ' rs , OF BURNS . 47.
... descant , grating , on my soul ; Thou young - eyed Spring , gayin thy verdant
stole , More welcome were to me grim Winter ' s wildest roar . How can ye charm ,
ye flow ' rs , OF BURNS . 47.
Page 90
... Burns wrote originally , Or mus ' d where erst revered waters well . § St .
Anthony ' s Chapel . R . B . D . Th ' increasing blast roar ' d round the beetling
THE POEMS.
... Burns wrote originally , Or mus ' d where erst revered waters well . § St .
Anthony ' s Chapel . R . B . D . Th ' increasing blast roar ' d round the beetling
THE POEMS.
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Th ' increasing blast roar ' d round the beetling rocks , The clouds swift - wing ' d
flew o ' er the starry sky , The groaning trees untimely shed their locks , 11 And
shooting meteors caught the startled eye . The paly moon rose in the livid east ...
Th ' increasing blast roar ' d round the beetling rocks , The clouds swift - wing ' d
flew o ' er the starry sky , The groaning trees untimely shed their locks , 11 And
shooting meteors caught the startled eye . The paly moon rose in the livid east ...
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And when you read the simple artless rhymes , One friendly sigh for him , he asks
no more , Who distant burns in flaming torrid climes , Or haply lies beneath th '
Atlantic roar . THE POET ' S WELCOME TO HIS ILLEGITIMATE CHILD .
And when you read the simple artless rhymes , One friendly sigh for him , he asks
no more , Who distant burns in flaming torrid climes , Or haply lies beneath th '
Atlantic roar . THE POET ' S WELCOME TO HIS ILLEGITIMATE CHILD .
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Bibliographic information
| Title | The poetical works of Robert Burns. [With] (Memoir of Burns, by sir H. Nicolas). Volume 2 of The poetical works of Robert Burns. [With], sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas |
| Author | Robert Burns |
| Published | 1866 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 7 Aug 2006 |
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