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THE POEMS OF BURNS.
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EPITAPH FOR ROBERT AIKEN, ESQ.
Know thou, O stranger to the fame
Of this much lov'd, much honour'd name,
(For none that knew him need be told)
A warmer heart death ne'er made cold.
Of this much lov'd, much honour'd name,
(For none that knew him need be told)
A warmer heart death ne'er made cold.
EPITAPH FOR GAVIN HAMILTON, ESQ.
The poor man weeps—here Gavin sleeps
Whom canting wretches blam'd:
But with such as he, where'er he be,
May I be sav'd or damn'd!
Whom canting wretches blam'd:
But with such as he, where'er he be,
May I be sav'd or damn'd!
EPITAPH ON MY FATHER.
O ye, whose cheek the tear of pity stains,
Draw near with pious rev'rence and attend!
Here lie the loving husband's dear remains,
The tender father, and the gen'rous friend.
Draw near with pious rev'rence and attend!
Here lie the loving husband's dear remains,
The tender father, and the gen'rous friend.
The pitying heart that felt for human woe;
The dauntless heart that fear'd no human pride;
The friend of man, to vice alone a foe;
'For ev'n his failings lean'd to virtue's side.'
The dauntless heart that fear'd no human pride;
The friend of man, to vice alone a foe;
'For ev'n his failings lean'd to virtue's side.'
EPITAPH ON A PERSON NICKNAMED
'THE MARQUIS,' WHO DESIRED BURNS TO WRITE ONE ON HIM.
Here lies a mock Marquis whose titles were shamm'd,
If ever he rise, it will be to be damn'd.
If ever he rise, it will be to be damn'd.
ON HIMSELF.
Here comes Burns
On Rosinante;
She's d——— poor,
But he's d——— canty!
On Rosinante;
She's d——— poor,
But he's d——— canty!