Lyric Poem · Love
Farewell thou stream that winding flows
by Robert Burns
1FAREWELL, thou stream that winding flows
2 Around Eliza’s dwelling;
3O mem’ry! spare the cruel thoes
4 Within my bosom swelling.
5Condemn’d to drag a hopeless chain
6 And yet in secret languish;
7To feel a fire in every vein,
8 Nor dare disclose my anguish.
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Quick facts
- Poem
- Farewell thou stream that winding flows
- Poet
- Robert Burns
- Length
- 24 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem
- Themes
- Love, Sad, Peace
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- Shape
- 24 lines · 3 octaves
- Line length
- Lines run 7-10 syllables (median 8), consistent with tetrameter. No single length dominates, which is normal once elision and contraction are in play.
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- Author record
- Robert Burns1759–1796
- Source record
- PoetryDBFarewell thou stream that winding flows by robert-burns, PoetryDB transcription
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- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
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- Editorial handling
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