Robert Burns (Ðîáåðò Á¸ðíñ)

On Maria

‘PRAISE Woman still,’ his lordship roars;
  ‘Deserved or not, no matter!’
But thee, whom all my soul adores,
  Even Flattery cannot flatter.
Maria, all my thought and dream,
  Inspires my vocal shell;
The more I praise my lovely theme,
  The more the truth I tell.

1. Prologue, Spoken by Mr. Woods, on his Benefit-night, Monday, April 16. 1787
2. To a Young Lady, Miss Jessy Lewars, Dumfries, with Books which the Bard Presented her
3. Written on a Blank Leaf of One of Miss Hannah More’s Works, Which a Lady Had Given him
4. The Captain’s Lady
5. Deluded Swain

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