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On Fergusson B


Ill-fated Genius! Heaven-taught Fergusson, What heart that feels and will not yield a tear, To think Life's sun did set e'er well begun To shed its influence on thy bright career. O why should truest Worth and Genius pine Beneath the iron grasp of Want and Woe, While titled knaves and idiot-greatness shine In all the splendour Fortune can bestow?

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John Shedden

About this work

This is a poem by Robert Burns. It was written in 1787 and is read here by John Shedden.

Themes for this poem

death unhappiness

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