On Mrs. Riddell’s Birthday

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Robert Burns - Non-Music, Romanticism (Literature)

On Mrs. Riddell’s Birthday

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4th November 1793. Old Winter, with his frosty beard, Thus once to Jove his prayer preferred: "What have I done of all the year, To bear this hated doom severe? My cheerless suns no pleasure know; Night's horrid car drags, dreary slow; My dismal months no joys are crowning, But spleeny English hanging, drowning. "Now Jove, for once be mighty civil. To counterbalance all this evil; Give me, and I've no more to say, Give me Maria's natal day! That brilliant gift shall so enrich me, Spring, Summer, Autumn, cannot match me." "'Tis done!" says Jove; so ends my story, And Winter once rejoiced in glory.

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  • Robert Burns