Poems and Songs of Robert Burnsby Robert Burns

The Book-Worms

Song—A Bottle And Friend

On Elphinstone's Translation Of Martial's Epigrams

     O Thou whom Poetry abhors,
     Whom Prose has turned out of doors,
     Heard'st thou yon groan?—proceed no further,
     'Twas laurel'd Martial calling murther.

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The Book-Worms

Song—A Bottle And Friend