ON A VISIT TO MR. BURNS. Janet Little (later Richmond) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T126549 Little, Janet, 1759-1813. The Poetical Works of Janet Little, the Scotch Milkmaid. Air Printed by John & Peter Wilson 1792 pp. [111]-112.

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ON A VISIT TO MR. BURNS . IS't true ? or does some magic spell My wond'ring eyes beguile ? Is this the place where deigns to dwell The honour of our isle ? The charming BURNS , the Muse's care , Of all her sons the pride ; This pleasure oft I've sought to share , But been as oft deni'd . Oft have my thoughts , at midnight hour , To him excursions made ; This bliss in dreams was premature , And with my slumbers fled . 'Tis real now , no vision here Bequeaths a poignant dart ; I'll view the poet ever dear , Whose lays have charm'd my heart Hark ! now he comes , a dire alarm Re-echoes through his hall ! Pegasus The name of the Poet's horse . kneel'd , his rider's arm Was broken by a fall . The doleful tidings to my ears Were in harsh notes convey'd ; His lovely wife stood drown'd in tears , While thus I pond'ring said : " No cheering draught , with ills unmix'd , Can mortals taste below ; All human fate by heav'n is fix'd , Alternate joy and wo . " With beating breast I view'd the bard ; All trembling did him greet : With sighs bewail'd his fate so hard , Whose notes were ever sweet .