English poem
On Robert Riddel.
by Robert Burns
To Riddel, much-lamented man, This ivied cot was dear; Reader, dost value matchless worth? This ivied cot revere.
More by Robert Burns
- On Miss Jessy Lewars.
- On R.A., Esq.
- On Reading In A Newspaper The Death Of John M'Leod, Esq. Brother To A Young Lady, A Particular Friend Of The Author's.
- On Returning a Newspaper
- On Scaring Some Water-Fowl
- On Scaring Some Water-Fowl In Loch-Turit.
- On Seeing A Wounded Hare Limp By Me, Which A Fellow Had Just Shot.
- On Seeing Miss Fontenelle In A Favourite Character.