On Captain Lascelles


When Lascelles thought fit from this world to depart, Some friends warmly spoke of embalming his heart; A bystander whispers - 'Pray don't make so much o't, The subject is poison, no reptile will touch it.'

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Lorraine McIntosh

About this work

This is a poem by Robert Burns. It was written in 1794 and is read here by Lorraine McIntosh.

Themes for this poem

death life man

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