Poem by Robert Burns

Epigram on Elphinstone’s Translation of Martial’s Epigrams

O thou whom Poetry abhors,
Whom Prose has turned out of doors,
Heard’st thou yon groan?-proceed no further,
’Twas laurel’d Martial calling murther.

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Gala Water
3. Blythe Was She
4. The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)
5. Stay My Charmer

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