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Robert Burns (Роберт Бёрнс)

Extempore in the Court of Session


HE clench’d his pamphlets 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 eyed the gathering storm, man:
Like wind-driv’n hail it did assail,
  Or torrents owre a linn, man;
The Bench sae wise, lift up their eyes,
  Half-wauken’d wi’ the din, man.

Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. Lines Written on a Bank-note
  2. Epitaph on Miss Jessy Lewars
  3. Verses to a Young Lady, Miss Graham of Fintry, with a Present of Songs
  4. Extempore To Mr. Syme, On Refusing To Dine With Him, After Having Been Promised The First Of Company, And The First Of Cookery
  5. Epitaph on Gabriel Richardson

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