Lord Advocate He clenched his pamphlet in his fist, He quoted and he hinted, Till, in a declamation-mist, His argument he tint it: He gaped for't, he graped for't, He fand it was awa, man; But what his common sense came short, He eked out wi' law, man. Mr. Erskine Collected, Harry stood awee, Then open'd out his arm, man; His Lordship sat wi' ruefu' e'e, And ey'd the gathering storm, man: Like wind-driven hail it did assail' Or torrents owre a lin, man: The Bench sae wise, lift up their eyes, Half-wauken'd wi' the din, man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 1. THE BRIGHT MOON by CONRAD AIKEN THE RHINOCEROS by HILAIRE BELLOC CAMPUS SONNET: RETURN - 1917 by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE CHANGED WOMAN by LOUISE BOGAN CLEAR AND COLDER; BOSTON COMMON by ROBERT FROST |