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Robert Burns (Роберт Бёрнс)

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SWEET fa’s the eve on Craigie-burn,
  And blythe awakes the morrow,
But a’ the pride o’ spring’s return
  Can yield me nocht but sorrow.

I see the flowers and spreading trees,
  I hear the wild birds singing;
But what a weary wight can please,
  And care his bosom wringing?

Fain, fain would I my griefs impart,
  Yet dare na for your anger;
But secret love will break my heart,
  If I conceal it langer.

If thou refuse to pity me,
  If thou shalt love anither,
When yon green leaves fa’ frae the tree,
  Around my grave they’ll wither.

Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. Epitaph on Miss Jessy Lewars
  2. Verses to a Young Lady, Miss Graham of Fintry, with a Present of Songs
  3. Extempore To Mr. Syme, On Refusing To Dine With Him, After Having Been Promised The First Of Company, And The First Of Cookery
  4. Epitaph on Gabriel Richardson
  5. The Captain’s Lady

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