Poem by Robert Burns

On Edmund Burke by an Opponent and a Friend to Warren Hastings

Oft have I wonder’d that, on Irish Ground,
No poisonous reptiles ever yet were found:
Reveal’s the secret stands, of Nature’s Work!
She saved her venom, to create a Burke.

1. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
2. The Lass of Ecclefechan
3. By Allan Stream
4. Cock Up Your Beaver
5. Sae Flaxen Were

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