ONE of the most popular of all Burns’s poems, this mixes Scots and English vocabulary, compassionate sentiment towards a small wild creature, and sombre reflection on human life, the poet’s own ...
He was just an ordinary mouse, nothing special. He lived, very briefly, 237 years ago, in the laboratory of a great chemist, Joseph Priestley. Here he sits, in his cage. There were lots of mice in ...
Burns’s address to the mouse may initially suggest something rather sentimental; but read on, and the next verse sees Burns casting himself as the little creature’s fellow-mortal with a shared dignity ...
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