OHO! ye sunny, sonnet-singin' vagrant, Flauntin' your simmer sangs in sic a weather! Ane maist can straik the bluebells and the heather Keekin' aboon the snaw and bloomin' fragrant! Whiles you, ye whustlin' brither, sic a lay grant O' a' these janglin', wranglin' sweets thegither, I weel maun perk my ain doon-drappin' feather And pipe a wee: Tho' boisterous and flagrant The winds blow whuzzle-whazzle rhymes that trickle Fra' aff my tongue less limpid than I'd ha'e them, I in their little music hap a mickle O' canty praises, a' asklent to weigh them Agen your pride, and smile to see them tickle The warm nest o' the heart wherein I lay them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLEOMENS, OR THE SPARTAN HERO: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN THE CHARACTER OF HOLLAND by ANDREW MARVELL LOOKING FORWARD by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA SONNET TO THE KYNGE by THEODORE AGRIPPA D' AUBIGNE FULFILLMENT by CLARIBEL WEEKS AVERY ENTERTAINMENT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |