Longfellow.
Tennyson.
Keats.
Browning.
Wordsworth.
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Painting by W. J. Neatby.
MY LUVE IS LIKE A RED, RED ROSE.
My Luve is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
My Luve is like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune
As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

A DAY WITH BURNS.

here are few figures which appeal more picturesquely to the imagination than that of the ploughman-poet—swarthy, stalwart, black-eyed,—striding along the furrow in the grey of a dreary dawn. Yet Burns was far from being a mere uncultured peasant, nor did he come of peasant stock. His forefathers were small yeoman farmers, who had risked themselves in the cause of the Young Pretender: they had a certain amount of family pride and family tradition. Robert Burns had been educated in small schools, by various tutors, and by his father, a man of considerable attainments. He had acquired some French and Latin, studied mensuration, and acquainted himself with a good deal of poetry and many theological and philosophical books.

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Painting by E. W. Haslehust.
THE HOME OF BURNS.