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To Captain Riddel, Of Glenriddel. Extempore Lines On Returning A Newspaper.

By Robert Burns

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Ellisland, Monday Evening.         Your news and review, Sir, I've read through and through, Sir,             With little admiring or blaming;         The papers are barren of home-news or foreign,             No murders or rapes worth the naming.         Our friends, the reviewers, those chippers and hewers,             Are judges of mortar and stone, Sir,         But of meet or unmeet in a fabric complete,             I'll boldly pronounce they are none, Sir.         My goose-quill too rude is to tell all your goodness             Bestow'd on your servant, the Poet;         Would to God I had one like a beam of the sun,             And then all the world, Sir, should know it!

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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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