TO Burns! Brave Scotia's laurel'd son, Who drove his plough on Helicon; Who with his doric rhyme erewhile Taught English bards to mend their style; And by the humour of his pen Fairly befool'd old Nickie-ben! Blithe Robbie Burns, we love thee well Because thou wert so like thysel': And in full cups with festive cheer We toast thy fame from year to year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NORTHERN SUBURB by JOHN DAVIDSON MY LITTLE DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE IRISH PEASANT TO HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS MOORE ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY by ALEXANDER POPE MEDITATION AT KEW by ANNA WICKHAM EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 4. FOR FRANCES ANN by ALBERTA BANCROFT |