148. To Miss Logan, With Beattie's Poems Poem by Robert Burns

148. To Miss Logan, With Beattie's Poems

Rating: 4.7


AGAIN the silent wheels of time
Their annual round have driven,
And you, tho' scarce in maiden prime,
Are so much nearer Heaven.


No gifts have I from Indian coasts
The infant year to hail;
I send you more than India boasts,
In Edwin's simple tale.


Our sex with guile, and faithless love,
Is charg'd, perhaps too true;
But may, dear maid, each lover prove
An Edwin still to you.

Friday, October 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: time
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Adeeb Alfateh 26 June 2019

No gifts have I from Indian coasts The infant year to hail; I send you more than India boasts, In Edwin's simple tale. great write great 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

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Ratnakar Mandlik 26 June 2019

A wonderful poem and one of the best poems of Robert Burns.

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Mahtab Bangalee 26 June 2019

Faithless love at last gets nothing without damnation sufferings................///

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Dr Antony Theodore 26 June 2019

faithless love, Is charg'd, perhaps too true; But may, dear maid, each lover prove An Edwin still to you. a very good poem. tony

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Ruta Mohapatra 26 June 2019

'AGAIN the silent wheels of time Their annual round have driven, '....Beautiful lines!

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Dr Dillip K Swain 22 May 2021

Splendid! A piece of work worthy of reading time and again! !

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Sylvia Frances Chan 21 May 2021

Beautiful Classic Poem Of The Day. I enjoyed the reading and rereadingnthis loveliest poem

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Sylvia Frances Chan 21 May 2021

Amazing opening lines, powerful Modern Poem Of the Day! 5 Stars!

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Douglas Scotney 26 June 2019

James Beattie's work 'The Minstrel' or The Progress of Genius' with it's character, Edwin.

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 26 June 2019

Our with guile, and faithless love, Is charg'd, perhaps too true; But may, dear maid, each lover prove An Edwin still to you. Robert Burns WHAT MORE OF SEXLESS BUT HARD CAN EVER BE SO TRUE BURNS THE FIRE INSIDE ONLY BURNS U COULD DO THE MAID MUST STILL BE SMOLDERING WITHIN YEARS OF AGEING

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