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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506451" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From Lines to William Simson</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 Auld Coila now may fidge fu' fain,<br>2 She's gotten poets o' her ain--<br>3 Chiels wha their chanters winna hain,<br>4 But tune their lays,<br>5 Till echoes a' resound again<br>6 Her weel-sung praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">7 Nae poet thought her worth his while<br>8 To set her name in measur'd style:<br>9 She lay like some unken'd-of isle<br>10 Beside New Holland,<br>11 Or whare wild-meeting oceans boil<br>12 Besouth Magellan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">13 Ramsay and famous Fergusson<br>15 Yarrow and Tweed to mony a tune<br>16 Owre Scotland rings;<br>17 While Irvin, Lugar, Ayr an' Doon<br>18 Naebody sings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">19 Th' Ilissus, Tiber, Thames, an' Seine<br>20 Glide sweet in mony a tunefu' line;<br>21 But, Willie, set your fit to mine<br>22 And cock your crest,<br>23 We'll gar our streams and burnies shine<br>24 Up wi' the best!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">25 We'll sing auld Coila's plains an' fells,<br>26 Her moors red-brown wi' heather bells,<br>27 Her banks an' braes, her dens an' dells,<br>28 Where glorious Wallace<br>29 Aft bure the gree, as story tells,<br>30 Frae Southron billies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">31 At Wallace' name what Scottish blood<br>32 But boils up in a spring-tide flood!<br>33 Oft have our fearless fathers strode<br>34 By Wallace' side,<br>35 Still pressing onward red-wat-shod,<br>36 Or glorious dy'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">37 O sweet are Coila's haughs an' woods,. <br>38 When lintwhites chant amang the buds, <br>39 And jinkin hares in amorous whids <br>40 Their loves enjoy, <br>41 While thro' the braes the cushat croods <br>42 Wi' wailfu' cry!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">43 Ev'n winter bleak has charms to me, <br>44 When winds rave thro' the naked tree; <br>45 Or frosts on hills of Ochiltree <br>46 Are hoary gray; <br>47 Or blinding drifts wild-furious flee, <br>48 Dark'ning the day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">49 O Nature! a' thy shews an' forms<br>50 To feeling, pensive hearts hae charms!<br>51 Whether the summer kindly warms<br>52 Wi' life an' light,<br>53 Or winter howls in gusty storms<br>54 The lang, dark night!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">55 The Muse, nae poet ever fand her,<br>56 Till by himsel he learn'd to wander<br>57 Adoun some trottin burn's meander,<br>58 And no think lang; <br>59 O sweet to stray and pensive ponder<br>60 A heart-felt sang!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">61 The warly race may drudge and drive,<br>62 Hog-shouther, jundie, stretch an' strive:<br>63 Let me fair nature's face descrive,<br>64 And I wi' pleasure<br>65 Shall let the busy, grumbling hive<br>66 Bum owre their treasure.</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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2 She's gotten poets o' her ain--
3 Chiels wha their chanters winna hain,
4 But tune their lays,
5 Till echoes a' resound again
6 Her weel-sung praise.

7 Nae poet thought her worth his while
8 To set her name ..."></div>
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