The Bookworms Poem by Robert Burns

The Bookworms

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THROUGH and through th' inspir'd leaves,
Ye maggots, make your windings;
But O respect his lordship's taste,
And spare his golden bindings.

Friday, November 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: inspiration
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns

Ayrshire / Scotland
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