English poem
On Capt. Lascelles
by Robert Burns
When Lascelles thought fit from this world to depart, Some friends warmly thought of embalming his heart; A bystander whispers—“Pray don’t make so much o’t, The subject is poison, no reptile will touch it.”
More by Robert Burns
- On A Swearing Coxcomb
- On A Wag In Mauchline.
- On Andrew Turner
- On Being Shewn A Beautiful Country Seat
- On Captain Francis Grose.
- On Captain Grose's Peregrinations Through Scotland, Collecting The Antiquities Of That Kingdom.
- On Captain Matthew Henderson, A Gentleman Who Held The Patent For His Honours Immediately From Almighty God.
- On Cessnock Banks.