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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116475" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Bard's Epitaph</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is there a whim-inspired fool,<br>Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule,<br>Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool,<br>Let him draw near;<br>And owre this grassy heap sing dool,<br>And drap a tear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is there a bard of rustic song,<br>Who, noteless, steals the crowds among,<br>That weekly this area throng,<br>O, pass not by!<br>But, with a frater-feeling strong,<br>Here, heave a sigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is there a man, whose judgment clear<br>Can others teach the course to steer,<br>Yet runs, himself, life's mad career,<br>Wild as the wave,<br>Here pause-and, thro' the starting tear,<br>Survey this grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poor inhabitant below<br>Was quick to learn the wise to know,<br>And keenly felt the friendly glow,<br>And softer flame;<br>But thoughtless follies laid him low,<br>And stain'd his name!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reader, attend! whether thy soul<br>Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole,<br>Or darkling grubs this earthly hole,<br>In low pursuit:<br>Know, prudent, cautious, self-control<br>Is wisdom's root.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116475" data-title="A Bard's Epitaph de Robert Burns" data-description="Is there a whim-inspired fool,/Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule,/Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool,/Let him draw near;/And owre this grassy heap sing dool,/And drap a tear./Is there a bard of rustic song,/Who, noteless, steals the cr..."></div> </div> </div>
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