English poem
On Seeing The Beautiful Seat Of
by Robert Burns
LORD GALLOWAY.
[This, and the three succeeding Epigrams, are hasty squibs thrown amid the tumult of a contested election, and must not be taken as the fixed and deliberate sentiments of the poet, regarding an ancient and noble house.]
What dost thou in that mansion fair?-- Flit, Galloway, and find Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave, The picture of thy mind!
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LIX.
ON THE SAME.
No Stewart art thou, Galloway, The Stewarts all were brave; Besides, the Stewarts were but fools, Not one of them a knave.
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LX.
ON THE SAME.
Bright ran thy line, O Galloway, Thro' many a far-fam'd sire! So ran the far-fam'd Roman way, So ended in a mire.
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LXI.
TO THE SAME,
More by Robert Burns
- 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.
- On Seeing The Beautiful Seat Of Lord Galloway.
- On Sensibility. To My Dear And Much Honoured Friend, Mrs. Dunlop, Of Dunlop.
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