 | The Poetry of Robert Burns |  |
APOSTROPHE TO FERGUSSON
INSCRIBED ABOVE AND BELOW HIS PORTRAIT
Curse on ungrateful man, that can be pleas'd
And yet can starve the author of the pleasure!
And yet can starve the author of the pleasure!
O thou, my elder brother in misfortune,
By far my elder brother in the Muse,
With tears I pity thy unhappy fate!
Why is the Bard unfitted for the world,
Yet has so keen a relish of its pleasures?
By far my elder brother in the Muse,
With tears I pity thy unhappy fate!
Why is the Bard unfitted for the world,
Yet has so keen a relish of its pleasures?
| The Poetry of Robert Burns | |