The Works of Robert Burns, Vol. 2 (Classic Reprint)

Excerpt from The Works of Robert Burns, Vol. 2Epistle to Hugh Parker.In this strange land, this uncouth clime,A land unknown to prose or rhyme;Where words ne'er crost the muse's heckles,Nor limpet in poetic shackles;A land that prose did never view it,Except when drunk he stacher't through it;Here, ambush'd by the chimla cheek,Hid in an atmosphere of reek,I hear a wheel thrum i' the neuk,I hear it - for in vain I leuk.The red peat gleams, a fiery kernel,Enhusked by a fog infernal:Here, for my wonted rhyming raptures,I sit and count my sins by chapters;For life and spunk like ither Christians,I'm dwindled down to mere existence,Wi' nae converse but Gallowa' bodies,Wi' nae kend face but Jenny Geddes.Jenny, my Pegasean pride!Dowie she saunters down Nithside,And aye a westlin leuk she throws,While tears hap o'er her auld brown nose!About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.