stly, ghaist-alluring edifices,
hanging with threat'ning jut, like precipices;
o'er-arg, mouldy, gloom-inspiring coves,
supp roofs, fantastic, stony groves;
windows and doors in nameless sculptures drest
with order, symmetry, or taste u;
forms like some bedm statuary's dream,
the craz'd creations of misguided whim;
forms might be worshipp'd on the bended knee,
and still the sed dread and be free;
their likeness is not found oh, in air, or sea!
mansions that would disgrace the building taste
of any masoile, bird or beast:
fit only for a do
The Brigs Of Ayr(12/20)