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Winter Words – Robert Burns

Winter Words

Enjoy some winter words from our national bard, Robert Burns which are perfectly pitched for our current weather!

 

A Winter Night by Robert Burns (excerpt)

 

When biting Boreas, fell and doure,

Sharp shivers thro’ the leafless bow’r;

When Phoebus gies a short-liv’d glow’r,

Far south the lift,

Dim-dark’ning thro’ the flaky show’r,

Or whirling drift:

Ae night the storm the steeples rocked,

Poor Labour sweet in sleep was locked,

While burns, wi’ snawy wreeths upchoked,

Wild-eddying swirl,

Or thro’ the mining outlet bocked,

Down headlong hurl.

 

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