The other
two of the three sonnets have this form.
Great late volta (the semicolon at the end of line 13):
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Sonnet On
The Death Of Robert Riddell Of Glenriddell and Friars' Carse
By Robert
Burns
No more,
ye warblers of the wood! no more;
Nor pour
your descant grating on my soul;
Thou
young-eyed Spring! gay in thy verdant stole,
More
welcome were to me grim Winter's wildest roar.
How can
ye charm, ye flowers, with all your dyes?
Ye blow
upon the sod that wraps my friend!
How can I
to the tuneful strain attend?
That
strain flows round the untimely tomb where Riddell lies.
Yes,
pour, ye warblers! pour the notes of woe,
And
soothe the Virtues weeping o'er his bier:
The man
of worth-and hath not left his peer!
Is in his
"narrow house," for ever darkly low.
Thee,
Spring! again with joy shall others greet;
Me,
memory of my loss will only meet.
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