On Elphinstone’s Translation Of Martial’s Epigrams lyrics

by

Robert Burns


O Thou whom Poetry abhors,
Whom Prose has turned out of doors,
Heard'st thou yon groan?—proceed no further,
'Twas laurel'd Martial calling murther.
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