Thursday, January 1, 2004

Ode To The Memory Of Burns Comments

Rating: 2.8

Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er,
Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume
Her wings of immortality ;
Suspend thy harp in happier sphere,
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Michael Sender 26 January 2010

My comment: Mourn the poor bairn that was born out of wedlock from the loins of the baird. ________________________________________________________________________ 'Burns spread his affections freely, and the next decade saw 8 illegitimate children born to him through 5 different women. One of these, Jean Armour, became Mrs. Burns in 1788.' (From Burns' Biography by © David Ross and Britain Express) . Robert Burns' THE DEATH AND DYING WORDS OF POOR MAILIE, THE AUTHOR'S ONLY PET YOWE. AN UNCO MOURNFU' TALE. 'And now, my bairns, wi' my last breath I lea'e my blessin wi' you baith: An' when you think upo' your mither, Mind to be kind to ane anither.'

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