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    Robert Burns Follow

    A Bard's Epitaph

    Is there a whim­inspired fool,


    Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule,
    Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool,
    Let him draw near;
    And owre this grassy heap sing dool,
    And drap a tear.

    Is there a bard of rustic song,


    Who, noteless, steals the crowds among,
    That weekly this area throng,
    O, pass not by!
    But, with a frater­feeling strong,
    Here, heave a sigh.

    Is there a man, whose judgment clear


    Can others teach the course to steer,
    Yet runs, himself, life's mad career,
    Wild as the wave,
    Here pause­and, thro' the starting tear,
    Survey this grave.

    The poor inhabitant below


    Was quick to learn the wise to know,
    And keenly felt the friendly glow,
    And softer flame;
    But thoughtless follies laid him low,
    And stain'd his name!

    Reader, attend! whether thy soul


    Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole,
    Or darkling grubs this earthly hole,
    In low pursuit:
    Know, prudent, cautious, self­control
    Is wisdom's root.

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    Morag ­ Burns often mixed Scots and English in his poems, but this is an odd one, with
    Scots in the first verse only.
    owre ­ too
    blate ­ shy
    snool ­ crawl (to someone)
    dool ­ sorrow
    frater­feeling ­ brotherly feeling
    This is poignant because he's so obviously talking about himself. on Jun 17 2010 09:45 AM PST

    Morag ­ It's from 'Requiem', by Robert Louis Stevenson. It's so short I'll quote it all
    here:

    Under the wide and starry sky


    Dig the grave and let me lie:
    Glad did I live and gladly die,
    And I laid me down with a will.
    This be the verse you grave for me:
    Here he lies where he long'd to be;
    Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
    And the hunter home from the hill.

    http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/7656­Robert­Louis­Stevenson­Requiem
    on Jun 17 2010 09:40 AM PST
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    pozo ­ Interesting write although I didnt understand all of it, I liked the fact Burns
    used his dialect in his poems it adds so much colour and flavour of Scotland to it. I
    liked his use of alliteration here
    All the best to the OP team
    Pozo on Jan 25 2006 06:14 AM PST

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    ­ please tell me what what poem deos the following line appear?

    Home is the sailor home from the sea, home is the hunter form the hill?
    on Dec 04 2003 04:45 PM PST

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