قراءة كتاب A Lowden Sabbath Morn

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A Lowden Sabbath Morn

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المؤلف:

Stevenson Robert Louis

دار النشر: Project Gutenberg

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twa-three last to find it, vext But kind o' proud;

An' than the peppermints are raxed, An' southernwood.

For noo's the time whan pows are seen Nid-noddin' like a mandareen; When tenty mithers stap a preen In sleepin' weans; An' nearly half the parochine Forget their pains.

There's just a waukrif' twa or three: Thrawn commentautors sweer to 'gree,

Weans glowrin' at the bumlin' bee On windie-glasses, Or lads that tak a keek a-glee At sonsie lasses.

Himsel', meanwhile, frae whaur he cocks An' bobs belaw the soundin'-box, The treesures of his words unlocks Wi' prodigality, An' deals some unco dingin' knocks To infidality.

Wi' sappy unction, hoo he burkes The hopes o' men that trust in works, Expounds the fau'ts o' ither kirks, An' shaws the best o' them No muckle better than mere Turks, When a's confessed o' them. Bethankit! what a bonny creed! What mair would ony Christian need?—

The braw words rumm'le ower his heid, Nor steer the sleeper;