On Robert Riddel
To Riddel, much-lamented man, This ivied cot was dear; Reader, dost value matchless worth? This ivied cot revere.
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To Riddel, much-lamented man, This ivied cot was dear; Reader, dost value matchless worth? This ivied cot revere.
This is a poem by Robert Burns. It was written in 1794 and is read here by Lorraine McIntosh.
A second poem for Robert Riddel, Burns's friend, Dumfriesshire neighbour and patron (see April 22nd).
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