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On Visiting The Tomb Of Burns

The town, the churchyard, and the setting sun, The clouds, the trees, the rounded hills all seem, Though beautiful, cold- strange- as in a dream I dreamed long ago, now new begun. The short-liv’d, paly summer is but won From winter’s ague for one hour’s gleam; Through sapphire warm their stars do never beam: All …

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