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THE POEMS OF BURNS.
EPITAPH ON MISS JESSY LEWARS.
Say, Sages, what's the charm on earth
Can turn Death's dart aside?
It is not purity and worth,
Else Jessy had not died.
Can turn Death's dart aside?
It is not purity and worth,
Else Jessy had not died.
THE RECOVERY OF JESSY LEWARS.
But rarely seen since Nature's birth,
The natives of the sky,
Yet still one Seraph's left on earth,
For Jessy did not die.
The natives of the sky,
Yet still one Seraph's left on earth,
For Jessy did not die.
THE KIRK OF LAMINGTON.
As cauld a wind as ever blew,
A caulder kirk, and in't but few;
As cauld a minister's e'er spak,
Ye'se a' be het ere I come back.
A caulder kirk, and in't but few;
As cauld a minister's e'er spak,
Ye'se a' be het ere I come back.
INSCRIPTION ON A GOBLET.
THere's death in the cup—sae beware!
Nay, more—there is danger in touching;
But wha can avoid the fell snare?
The man and his wine's sae bewitching!
Nay, more—there is danger in touching;
But wha can avoid the fell snare?
The man and his wine's sae bewitching!
THE BOOK-WORMS.
Through and through the inspired leaves,
Ye maggots, make your windings;
But, oh! respect his lordship's taste,
And spare his golden bindings.
Ye maggots, make your windings;
But, oh! respect his lordship's taste,
And spare his golden bindings.
ON ROBERT RIDDEL.
To Riddel, much-lamented man,
This ivied cot was dear;
Reader, dost value matchless worth?
This ivied cot revere.
This ivied cot was dear;
Reader, dost value matchless worth?
This ivied cot revere.