1
Sensibility how charming,
Thou, my friend, canst truly tell;
But distress with horrors arming,
Thou hast also known too well. ----
2
Fairest flower, behold the lily
Blooming in the sunny ray;
Let the blast sweep o'er the valley,
See it prostrate on the clay. ----
3
Hear the wood-lark charm the forest,
Telling o'er his little joys;
Hepless bird! a prey the surest
To each pirate of the skies. ----
4
Dearly bought the hidden treasure
Finer feelings can bestow:
Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure,
Thrill the deepest notes of woe. ----
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Key details
- Archive number
- NTS/02/25/BRN/02/82
- Alt. number
- 3.6237
- Date
- 1790
- On display
- No
- Creator
- Burns, Robert (Author)
- Archive number
- NTS/02/25/BRN/02/82
- Alt. number
- 3.6237
- Date
- 1790
- On display
- No
- Creator
- Burns, Robert (Author)
Description
Sensibility how charming. 4 Four-line verses. This poem was originally included by Robert Burns in a letter to Mrs. Dunlop, dated 9th July, 1790, offering his sympathy to her on the death of her son-in-law, James Henri.
Burns composed this poem in early July 1790, the same time as he was corresponding with his friend Mrs Dunlop. He included two verses of the work in a letter and later sent her the completed version at the end of the month. A personalised version was sent to Clarinda at the end of the following year.
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- Sensibility how charming