то My dear and much honored friend, MRS. DUNLOP, of DUNlop. ON SENSIBILITY. SENSIBILITY how charming, Thou, my friend, canst truly tell; But distress with horrors arming, Thou hast also known too well! Fairest flower, behold the lily, Let the blast sweep o'er the valley, Hear the wood lark charm the forest, Dearly bought, the hidden treasure, Finer feelings can bestow; Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure, A verse A verse composed and repeated by Burns, to the Master of the house, on taking leave at a place in the Highlands, where he had been hospitably entertained. WHEN death's dark stream I ferry o'er, In Heaven itself, I'll ask no more, GLOSSARY. |