 I am nae Poet, in a sense, But just a Rhymer, like, by chance, An' hae to learning nae pretence, Yet, what the matter ? Whene'er my Muse does on me glance, I jingle at her. Your critic-folk may cock their nose, And say, ' How can you e'er propose, You...  Burns Chronicle and Club Directory - Strana 1591893Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | Leith Davis - 1998 - Počet stránok 219
...tradition, presenting his own work in the Scots dialect not as "poetry" but as "rhymes": I am i1ae Poet, in a sense, But just a Rhymer, like by chance, An' hae to Learning nae pretence, Yet, what the matter? Whene'er my Muse does on me glance, I jingle at... | |
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