By Robert Burns
Earth'd up here lies an imp o' hell, Planted by Satan's dibble, Poor silly wretch, he's damn'd himsel' To save the Lord the trouble.
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Author:Robert Burns
"Earth'd up here lies an imp o' hell,..." by Robert Burns
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Robert Burns (1759–1796) was Scotland's national poet, celebrated worldwide on Burns Night. He wrote in Scots and English, producing poems like "Auld Lang Syne," "A Red, Red Rose," and "To a Mouse," championing democratic values and the dignity of common people.
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