Epistle To The Rev. John Mmath（1 / 4）
epistle to the rev. john m'math
sept. 13, 1785.
inclosing a copy of “holy willie's prayer,”
which he had requested, sept. 17, 1785
while at the stook the shearers cow'r
to shun the bitter blaudin' show'r,
or in gulravage rinnin scowr
to pass the time,
to you i dedicate the hour
in idle rhyme.
my musie, tir'd wi' mony a sonnet
on gown, an' ban', an' douse black bonnet,
is grown right eerie now she's done it,
lest they should blame her,
an' rouse their holy thunder on it
an anathem her.
i own 'twas rash, an' rather hardy,
that i, a simple, country bardie,
should meddle wi' a pack sae sturdy,
wha, if they ken me,
can easy, wi' a single wordie,
lowse hell upon me.
but i gae mad at their grimaces,
their sighin, cantin, grace-proud faces,
their three-mile prayers, an' half-mile graces,
their raxin conscience,
whase greed, revenge, an' pride disgraces
waur nor their nonsense.
there's gaw'n, misca'd waur than a beast,
wha has mair honour in his breast ↑返回顶部↑
sept. 13, 1785.
inclosing a copy of “holy willie's prayer,”
which he had requested, sept. 17, 1785
while at the stook the shearers cow'r
to shun the bitter blaudin' show'r,
or in gulravage rinnin scowr
to pass the time,
to you i dedicate the hour
in idle rhyme.
my musie, tir'd wi' mony a sonnet
on gown, an' ban', an' douse black bonnet,
is grown right eerie now she's done it,
lest they should blame her,
an' rouse their holy thunder on it
an anathem her.
i own 'twas rash, an' rather hardy,
that i, a simple, country bardie,
should meddle wi' a pack sae sturdy,
wha, if they ken me,
can easy, wi' a single wordie,
lowse hell upon me.
but i gae mad at their grimaces,
their sighin, cantin, grace-proud faces,
their three-mile prayers, an' half-mile graces,
their raxin conscience,
whase greed, revenge, an' pride disgraces
waur nor their nonsense.
there's gaw'n, misca'd waur than a beast,
wha has mair honour in his breast ↑返回顶部↑