Meet us on:
 
Entire Site
    Try our fun game

    Dueling book covers…may the best design win!

    Random Quote
    "Man is the Only Animal that Blushes. Or needs to."
     

    Subscribe to Our Newsletter

    Follow us on Twitter

    Never miss a good book again! Follow Read Print on Twitter

    A Bard's Epitaph

    by Robert Burns
    • Rate it:
    Launch Reading Mode
    [This beautiful and affecting poem was printed in the Kilmarnock
    edition: Wordsworth writes with his usual taste and feeling about it:
    "Whom did the poet intend should be thought of, as occupying that
    grave, over which, after modestly setting forth the moral discernment
    and warm affections of the 'poor inhabitant' it is supposed to be
    inscribed that

    'Thoughtless follies laid him low,
    And stained his name!'

    Who but himself--himself anticipating the but too probable termination
    of his own course? Here is a sincere and solemn avowal--a confession
    at once devout, poetical, and human--a history in the shape of a
    prophecy! What more was required of the biographer, than to have put
    his seal to the writing, testifying that the foreboding had been
    realized and that the record was authentic?"]

    Is there a whim-inspired fool,
    Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule,
    Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool,
    Let him draw near;
    And owre this grassy heap sing dool,
    And drap a tear.

    Is there a bard of rustic song,
    Who, noteless, steals the crowds among,
    That weekly this area throng,
    O, pass not by!
    But with a frater-feeling strong,
    Here heave a sigh.

    Is there a man, whose judgment clear,
    Can others teach the course to steer,
    Yet runs, himself, life's mad career,
    Wild as the wave;
    Here pause--and, through the starting tear,
    Survey this grave.

    The poor inhabitant below
    Was quick to learn and wise to know,
    And keenly felt the friendly glow,
    And softer flame,
    But thoughtless follies laid him low,
    And stain'd his name!

    Reader, attend--whether thy soul
    Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole,
    Or darkling grubs this earthly hole,
    In low pursuit;
    Know, prudent, cautious self-control,
    Is wisdom's root.
    If you're writing a A Bard's Epitaph essay and need some advice, post your Robert Burns essay question on our Facebook page where fellow bookworms are always glad to help!

    Top 5 Authors

    Top 5 Books

    Book Status
    Finished
    Want to read
    Abandoned

    Are you sure you want to leave this group?