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...THE SABBATH OF THE SOUL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD RABBI BEN EZRA by ROBERT BROWNING THE SLAVE AUCTION by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER TO HIS WATCH, WHEN HE COULD NOT SLEEP by EDWARD HERBERT A NET TO SNARE THE MOONLIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE LAST MAN: SPEAKER'S MEANING DIMLY DESCRIBED by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |