Robert Burns

“ The flow'r amang our barons bold,
His country's pride, his country's stay:
45 In weary being now I pine,
For a' the life of life is dead,
And hope has left my aged ken,
On forward wing for ever fled. ”

“ The friendless Bard and rustic song
Became alike thy fostering care.
9.
65 'O, why has Worth so short a date,
While villains ripen grey with time!
Must thou, the noble, gen'rous, great,
Fall in bold manhood's hardy prime? ”