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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
O MAY, THY MORN, by ROBERT BURNS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: O may, thy morn was ne'er so sweet Last Line: The dearest o' the quorum. | |||
O may, thy morn was ne'er so sweet As the mirk night o' December! For sparkling was the rosy wine, And private was the chamber: And dear was she I dare na name, But I will aye remember: And dear was she I dare na name, But I will aye remember. And here's to them that, like oursel, Can push about the jorum! And here's to them that wish us weel, May a' that's guid watch o'er 'em! And here's to them, we dare na tell, The dearest o' the quorum! And here's to them, we dare na tell, The dearest o' the quorum. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POET'S WELCOME TO HIS LOVE-BEGOTTEN DAUGHTER by ROBERT BURNS A RED, RED ROSE by ROBERT BURNS ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS by ROBERT BURNS ADDRESS TO THE UNCO GUID, OR THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS by ROBERT BURNS AULD LANG SYNE by ROBERT BURNS CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES by ROBERT BURNS |
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