Returning
to sonnets (because sonnets were my theme of the year): I found only three sonnets by Burns. This one’s composed in seven rhyming
couplets:
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Sonnet On
Receiving A Favour, Addressed to Robert Graham, Esq. of Fintry
By Robert
Burns
I call no
Goddess to inspire my strains,
A fabled
Muse may suit a bard that feigns:
Friend of
my life! my ardent spirit burns,
And all
the tribute of my heart returns,
For boons
accorded, goodness ever new,
The gifts
still dearer, as the giver you.
Thou orb
of day! thou other paler light!
And all
ye many sparkling stars of night!
If aught
that giver from my mind efface,
If I that
giver's bounty e'er disgrace,
Then roll
to me along your wand'rig spheres,
Only to
number out a villain's years!
I lay my
hand upon my swelling breast,
And
grateful would, but cannot speak the rest.
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