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Robert Burns (Роберт Бёрнс)


Lines Written on a Bank-note


WAE worth thy power, thou cursed leaf!
Fell source o’ a’ my woe and grief!
For lack o’ thee I’ve lost my lass!
For lack o’ thee I scrimp my glass!
I see the children of affliction
Unaided, thro’ thy curs’d restriction.
I’ve seen the oppressor’s cruel smile
Amid his hapless victim’s spoil,
And for thy potence vain have wuss’d
To crush the villain in the dust.
For lack o’ thee I leave this much-lov’d shore,
Never, perhaps, to greet old Scotland more.



Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. Blithe Hae I Been on Yon Hill
  2. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
  3. The Cooper O’ Cuddle
  4. Prologue, Spoken by Mr. Woods, on his Benefit-night, Monday, April 16. 1787
  5. To a Young Lady, Miss Jessy Lewars, Dumfries, with Books which the Bard Presented her


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