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Poetry Index Progs 4-6
Texts of Featured Poems
Weaving Words
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The sweet rose of June scents your shade,
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'Tis no malice o' the hale,
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I ledge we'd fen gif fairly quat o'
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Wee, wanton, little thought o' birdie!
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Dear Thomson! Fav’rite o’ the nine!
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The savage loves his native shore,
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Erin! my country! preciously adorn'd
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Reader, since ye hae gie'n your five an' fi'ppence,
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Whar is the man, that could compute
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My Burns is gane, I’m left alane,
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Wi’ heck weel-teeth’d and spit renew’d,
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Ye bachelors baith ane and a’,
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The great of pedigree may vaunt,
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Nae mair I tune my rustic reed,
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O Lettergull, weel may you fare,
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Vain, alas! are earthly treasures,