Posts Tagged ‘1795’

June 24

To Crochallan came The old cock’d hat, the grey surtout, the same; His bristling beard just rising in its might, ‘Twas four long nights and days to shaving night; His uncurl’d grizzly locks, wild staring, thatch’d A head, for thought profound and clear, unmatch’d; Yet though his caustic wit was biting, rude, His heart was [...]