Robert Burns' Poems

Robert Burns' Poems

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 edition. Excerpt: ...And on our board that king o' food A glorious Haggice." Line 3. "skinking" --By mistake printed in the 1787 (2) edition "stinking." Thee, Matthew, Nature's sel shall mourn By wood and wild, Where, haply, Pity strays forlorn, Frae man exil'd.1 in. Ye hills, near neebors o' the starns, That proudly cock your cresting cairns; Ye cliffs, the haunts of sailing yearns, Where Echo slumbers, Come join, ye Nature's sturdiest bairns, My wailing numbers. IV. Mourn, ilka grove the cushat kens; Ye hazelly shaws and briery dens; Ye burnies, wimplin down your glens, Wi' toddlin din, Or foaming, Strang, wi' hasty stens, Frae lin to lin! V. Mourn little harebells o'er the lea; Ye stately foxgloves fair to see; Ye woodbines, hanging bonilie, In scented bowers; Ye roses on your thorny tree, The first o' flowers. 1 In the Edinburgh Magazine these four lines read thus: --"Thee, Matthew, woods and wilds shall mourn W a' their birth, For whunstane man to grieve wad scorn For poor plain worth." VI. At dawn, when every grassy blade Droops with a diamond at his head; At ev'n, when beans their fragrance shed I' th' rustling gale; Ye maukins, whiddin thro' the glade, Come join my wail! VII. Mourn, ye wee songsters o' the wood; Ye grouse that crap the heather bud; Ye curlews calling thro' a clud; Ye whistling plover; And mourn, ye whirring1 paitrick brood; He's gane for ever! VIII. Mourn, sooty coots, and speckled teals; Ye fisher herons, watching eels; Ye duck and drake, wi' airy wheels Circling the lake; Ye bitterns, till the quagmire reels, Rair2 for his sake. IX. Mourn, clam'ring craiks at close o' day, 'Mang fields o' flow'ring clover gay! And when ye wing your annual way Frae our cauld shore, Tell thae far warlds, wha lies more

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  • Paperback | 52 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 109g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236899377
  • 9781236899378