Robert Burns (Ðîáåðò Á¸ðíñ)

The Toast

FILL me with the rosy wine,
Call a toast, a toast divine;
Give the Poet’s darling flame,
Lovely Jessy be the name;
Then thou mayest freely boast,
Thou hast given a peerless toast.

1. Epitaph on a Henpecked Country Squire
2. Verses Written Under Violent Grief
3. Lines Written on a Pane of Glass in the Inn at Noffat
4. Wandering Willie
5. On Andrew Turner

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