459. Sonnet on the Death of Robert Riddell : : By Robert Burns NO more, ye warblers of the wood! no more; Nor pour your descant grating on my soul; Thou young-eyed Spring! gay in thy verdant stole,More welcome were to me grim Winter’s wildest roar. How can ye charm, ye flowers, with all yourContinue reading “On The Death Of Robert Riddell : Robert Burns : : Bird Poems : :”