poem on pastoral poetry
hail, poesie! thou nymph reserv'd!
in chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd
frae on sense, or sunk enerv'd
'mang heaps o' cvers:
and och! o'er aft thy joes hae starv'd,
'mid a' thy favours!
say, ssie, why, thy train amang,
while loud the trump's heroig,
and sock or buskin skelp ang
to death or marriage;
scare has tried the shepherd—sang
but wi' miscarriage?
in homer's craft jock milton thrives;
eschylus' pen will shakespeare drives;
wee pope, the knurl
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