<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Burns’s Statue At Irvine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes! let His place be there!<br>Where the lone moorland gazes on the sea,<br>Not in the squalid street nor pompous square:<br>So that he again may be<br>From contamination free,<br>His pedestal the plain, his canopy the air!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There leave him all alone!<br>Too much, too long, he herded with his kind,<br>Lured by the frolic phantoms that dethrone<br>Honest heart and homely mind,<br>Phantoms that besot and blind,<br>Then leave the troubled soul to suffer and atone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From city stain and broil<br>Hither his rustic memory reclaim,<br>Leading him back, strayed suckling of the soil,<br>Homeward, that forgiving Fame<br>May around his shriven name<br>A halo wind, shall Time nor Truth itself despoil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quickly the Poet learns<br>The little that the alien world can teach.<br>Then he, if wise, to solitude returns,<br>Communing on brae and beach<br>With old Ocean's rhythmic speech,<br>Message of wandering winds, or lore of mountain burns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis there that Nature fills<br>His brooding heart with all he needs to know,<br>Moan of the main, and rapture of the rills;<br>So that, whether joy or woe<br>Fire his verse, it still may glow<br>Clear as her heaven-fed streams, and soaring as her hills.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Austin">Alfred Austin</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=341356" data-title="Burns’s Statue At Irvine de Alfred Austin" data-description="Yes! let His place be there! Where the lone moorland gazes on the sea, Not in the squalid street nor pompous square: So that he again may be From contamination free, His pedestal the plain, his canopy the air! There leave him all alone! Too much,..."></div> </div> </div>

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