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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INTRODUCTION.
Hech! but 'tis awfu'-like to rise up here,
Where sic a sight o' learn'd folks' pows appear!
Sae mony piercing een a' fix'd on ane,
Is maist enough to freeze me to a stane!
But 'tis a mercy—mony thanks to Fate,
Pedlars are poor, but unco seldom blate.
Where sic a sight o' learn'd folks' pows appear!
Sae mony piercing een a' fix'd on ane,
Is maist enough to freeze me to a stane!
But 'tis a mercy—mony thanks to Fate,
Pedlars are poor, but unco seldom blate.
(Speaking to the President.)
This question, Sir, has been right weel disputet,
And meikle, weel-a-wat's been said about it;
Chiels, that precisely to the point can speak,
And gallop o'er lang blauds of kittle Greek;
Ha'e sent frae ilka side their sharp opinion,
And peeled it up as ane wad peel an ingon.
And meikle, weel-a-wat's been said about it;
Chiels, that precisely to the point can speak,
And gallop o'er lang blauds of kittle Greek;
Ha'e sent frae ilka side their sharp opinion,
And peeled it up as ane wad peel an ingon.
I winna plague you lang wi' my poor spale,
But only crave your patience to a Tale;
By which ye'll ken on whatna side I'm stinnin',
As I perceive your hindmost minute's rinnin'.
But only crave your patience to a Tale;
By which ye'll ken on whatna side I'm stinnin',
As I perceive your hindmost minute's rinnin'.
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