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310. Tam o’ Shanter: A Tale by Robert Burns

By Robert Burns

Topics: sad-shayari, love-shayari, deep-lines

WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin to tak the gate, While we sit bousing at the nappy, An’ getting fou and unco happy, We think na on the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps and stiles, That lie between us and our hame, Where sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.

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"WHEN chapman billies leave the street,..."

"310. Tam o’ Shanter: A Tale" by Robert Burns is a sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and romantic english poem consisting of 260 lines. This English poem by Robert Burns demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet;...", this piece explores themes of sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and romantic 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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About Robert Burns

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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