Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

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I DREAM’D I lay where flowers were springing
  Gaily in the sunny beam;
List’ning to the wild birds singing,
  By a falling crystal stream:
Straight the sky grew black and daring;
  Thro’ the woods the whirlwinds rave;
Trees with aged arms were warring,
  O’er the swelling drumlie wave.

Such was my life’s deceitful morning,
  Such the pleasures I enjoy’d;
But lang or noon, loud tempests storming
  A’ my flowery bliss destroy’d.
Tho’ fickle fortune has deceiv’d me,-
  She promised fair, and perform’d but ill;
Of mony a joy and hope bereav’d me,-
  I bear a heart shall support me still.

1. The Day Returns
2. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
3. Katharine Jaffray
4. Sae Far Awa
5. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face

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