Epistle To Davie, A Brother Poet
en for you!
fate still has blest me with a friend,
in ev'ry care and ill;
and oft a more endearing band—
a tie more teill.
it lightens, it brightens
the tenebrific se,
to meet with, and greet with
my davie, or my jean!
o, how that name inspires my style!
the words e skelpin, rank an' file,
amaist before i ken!
the ready measure rins as fine,
as phoebus an' the famous nine
were glowrin owre my pen.
my spaviet pegasus will limp,
till ance he's fairly het;
and then he'll hilch, and stilt, an' jimp,
and
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