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Robert Burns (Роберт Бёрнс)

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FRAE the friends and land I love,
  Driven by Fortune’s felly spite,
Frae my best belov’d I rove,
  Never mair to taste delight;
Never main maun hope to find
  Ease frae toil, relief frae care:
When remembrance wrecks the mind,
  Pleasures but unveil despair.

Brightest climes shall mirk appear,
  Desert ilka blooming shore,
Till the Fates, nae mair severe,
  Friendship, love, and peace restore;
Till revenge, wi’ laurell’d head,
  Bring our banish’d hame again;
And ilka loyal, bonnie lad
  Cross the seas and win his ain.

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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