Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke
Robert Louis Stevenson (18501894)The Counterblast Ironical
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The yearth and lift sae hie,
An’ clean forget to explain the same
To a gentleman like me.
Their weird they weel may dree;
But why present a pig in a poke
To a gentleman like me?
An’ sup their sugared tea;
But the mind is no’ to be wyled wi’ meat
Wi’ a gentleman like me.
At gloamin’ on the lea;
But they’re made of a commoner clay, I suppose,
Than a gentleman like me.
They suffer, bleed, or dee;
But a’ thir things are an emp’y sang
To a gentleman like me.
Tho’ humble as can be—
A statement fair in my maker’s hand
To a gentleman like me.
An’ a plain apologie;
Or the deevil a ceevil word to God
From a gentleman like me.