The poems and literary prose of Alexander Wilson ... for the first time fully collected and compared with the original and early editions ... edited ... by the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart ... with portrait, illustrations, &c |
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VERSES TO A STATIONER.
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VERSES TO A STATIONER.
WITH AN EMPTY INK-GLASS.
A present, perhaps, you'll conclude this to be,
But open't, and keek down the brink,—
Surpris'd ye're nae doubt at a message sae wee,
A dorty bit bottlie for ink.
But open't, and keek down the brink,—
Surpris'd ye're nae doubt at a message sae wee,
A dorty bit bottlie for ink.
Yet sma' tho' it seem, 'tis a manifest truth,
That castles frae out o't hae risen;
An' claughins, an' mountains, maun start frae its mouth,
An' critics in mony a stern dozen.
That castles frae out o't hae risen;
An' claughins, an' mountains, maun start frae its mouth,
An' critics in mony a stern dozen.
Then since sic a terrible squad's to be drawn,
Sican thrangs o' corruption an' evil;
Let the liquor, gude sir, that ye sen' owre the lawn,
Be as smooth an' as black as the deevil.
Sican thrangs o' corruption an' evil;
Let the liquor, gude sir, that ye sen' owre the lawn,
Be as smooth an' as black as the deevil.
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