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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116581" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Humble Petition Of Bruar Water</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My lord, I know your noble ear<br>Woe ne'er assails in vain;<br>Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear<br>Your humble slave complain,<br>How saucy Phoebus' scorching beams,<br>In flaming summer-pride,<br>Dry-withering, waste my foamy streams,<br>And drink my crystal tide.^1</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lightly-jumping, glowrin' trouts,<br>That thro' my waters play,<br>If, in their random, wanton spouts,<br>They near the margin stray;<br>If, hapless chance! they linger lang,<br>I'm scorching up so shallow,<br>They're left the whitening stanes amang,<br>In gasping death to wallow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Last day I grat wi' spite and teen,<br>As poet Burns came by.<br>That, to a bard, I should be seen<br>Wi' half my channel dry;<br>A panegyric rhyme, I ween,<br>Ev'n as I was, he shor'd me;<br>But had I in my glory been,<br>He, kneeling, wad ador'd me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here, foaming down the skelvy rocks,<br>In twisting strength I rin;<br>There, high my boiling torrent smokes,<br>Wild-roaring o'er a linn:<br>Enjoying each large spring and well,<br>As Nature gave them me,<br>I am, altho' I say't mysel',<br>Worth gaun a mile to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would then my noble master please<br>To grant my highest wishes,<br>He'll shade my banks wi' tow'ring trees,<br>And bonie spreading bushes.<br>Delighted doubly then, my lord,<br>You'll wander on my banks,<br>And listen mony a grateful bird<br>Return you tuneful thanks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sober lav'rock, warbling wild,<br>Shall to the skies aspire;<br>The gowdspink, Music's gayest child,<br>Shall sweetly join the choir;<br>The blackbird strong, the lintwhite clear,<br>The mavis mild and mellow;<br>The robin pensive Autumn cheer,<br>In all her locks of yellow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This, too, a covert shall ensure,<br>To shield them from the storm;<br>And coward maukin sleep secure,<br>Low in her grassy form:<br>Here shall the shepherd make his seat,<br>To weave his crown of flow'rs;<br>Or find a shelt'ring, safe retreat,<br>From prone-descending show'rs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And here, by sweet, endearing stealth,<br>Shall meet the loving pair,<br>Despising worlds, with all their wealth,<br>As empty idle care;<br>The flow'rs shall vie in all their charms,<br>The hour of heav'n to grace;<br>And birks extend their fragrant arms<br>To screen the dear embrace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here haply too, at vernal dawn,<br>Some musing bard may stray,<br>And eye the smoking, dewy lawn,<br>And misty mountain grey;<br>Or, by the reaper's nightly beam,<br>Mild-chequering thro' the trees,<br>Rave to my darkly dashing stream,<br>Hoarse-swelling on the breeze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let lofty firs, and ashes cool,<br>My lowly banks o'erspread,<br>And view, deep-bending in the pool,<br>Their shadow's wat'ry bed:<br>Let fragrant birks, in woodbines drest,<br>My craggy cliffs adorn;<br>And, for the little songster's nest,<br>The close embow'ring thorn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So may old Scotia's darling hope,<br>Your little angel band<br>Spring, like their fathers, up to prop<br>Their honour'd native land!<br>So may, thro' Albion's farthest ken,<br>To social-flowing glasses,<br>The grace be-"Athole's honest men,<br>And Athole's bonie lasses!</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>
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