But pluck'd and strain'd through ruder hands, Her sweets no longer with her dwells: But scent and beauty both are gone, And leaves fall from her, one by one. Such fate ere long will thee betide When thou hast handled been awhile, With sere flowers to... Reliques of Robert Burns: Consisting Chiefly of Original Letters, Poems, and ... - Page 185 by Robert Burns - 1809 - 294 pages Full view -
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