Robert Burns (17591796). Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 190914. |
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| 123. Lines to an Old Sweetheart |
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| ONCE fondly lovd, and still rememberd dear, | |
| Sweet early object of my youthful vows, | |
| Accept this mark of friendship, warm, sincere, | |
| Friendship! tis all cold duty now allows. | |
| And when you read the simple artless rhymes, | 5 |
| One friendly sigh for himhe asks no more, | |
| Who, distant, burns in flaming torrid climes, | |
| Or haply lies beneath th Atlantic roar. | |
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