Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer - Poem by Robert Burns

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The sun he is sunk in the west,
All creatures retired to rest,
While here I sit, all sore beset,
With sorrow, grief, and woe:
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!

The prosperous man is asleep,
Nor hears how the whirlwinds sweep;
But Misery and I must watch
The surly tempest blow:
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!

There lies the dear partner of my breast;
Her cares for a moment at rest:
Must I see thee, my youthful pride,
Thus brought so very low!
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!

There lie my sweet babies in her arms;
No anxious fear their little hearts alarms;
But for their sake my heart does ache,
With many a bitter throe:
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!

I once was by Fortune carest:
I once could relieve the distrest:
Now life's poor support, hardly earn'd
My fate will scarce bestow:
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!

No comfort, no comfort I have!
How welcome to me were the grave!
But then my wife and children dear-
O, wither would they go!
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!

O whither, O whither shall I turn!
All friendless, forsaken, forlorn!
For, in this world, Rest or Peace
I never more shall know!
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!


Comments about In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer by Robert Burns

  • Veteran Poet - 1,765 Points Godfrey Morris (2/21/2015 8:31:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem especially the first three linrs (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 39,733 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (2/21/2015 8:08:00 AM)

    O, fickle Fortune, O beautiful poem (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 144 Points Richard Blay (2/21/2015 7:50:00 AM)

    I like the rhythm. Nice work (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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