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Poems and Songs of Robert Burns
lines on fergusson, the poet ill-fated genius! heaven-taught fergusson! what heart that feels and will not yield a tear, to think life's sun did set e'er well begun to shed its influence on thy bright career. o why should truest worth and genius pine beneath the iron grasp of want and woe, while titled knaves and idiot—greatness shine in all the splendour fortune can bestow?m.hZGjjX.cOM