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292. Song—Farewell to the Highlands by Robert Burns

By Robert Burns

Topics: love-shayari

FAREWELL to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. Chorus.—My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go.

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"FAREWELL to the Highlands, farewell to the North,..."

"292. Song—Farewell to the Highlands" by Robert Burns is a love english poem consisting of 17 lines. This English poem by Robert Burns demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "FAREWELL to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;...", this piece explores themes of love through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Robert Burns's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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