Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

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WHY, why tell thy lover,
  Bliss he never must enjoy?
Why, why undeceive him,
  And give all his hopes the lie?

O why, while fancy raptured slumbers,
  Chloris, Chloris all the theme!
Why, why wouldst thou, cruel,
  Wake thy lover from his dream?

1. Eppie M’Nab
2. Bessy and Her Spinnin’ Wheel
3. Lines Written in Friars-Carse Hermitage
4. The First Six Verses of the Ninetieth Psalm
5. Verses Written under Violent Grief

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