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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506420" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Address to the Devil</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 O thou! whatever title suit thee,-- <br>2 Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie!<br>3 Wha in yon cavern, grim an' sootie,<br>4 Clos'd under hatches, <br>5 Spairges about the brunstane cootie<br>6 To scaud poor wretches!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">7 Hear me, Auld Hangie, for a wee,<br>8 An' let poor damned bodies be;<br>9 I'm sure sma' pleasure it can gie,<br>10 E'en to a deil,<br>11 To skelp an' scaud poor dogs like me,<br>12 An' hear us squeel!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">13 Great is thy pow'r, an' great thy fame;<br>14 Far ken'd an' noted is thy name;<br>15 An' tho' yon lowin heugh's thy hame,<br>16 Thou travels far;<br>17 An' faith! thou's neither lag nor lame,<br>18 Nor blate nor scaur.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">19 Whyles, ranging like a roarin lion,<br>20 For prey a' holes an' corners tryin;<br>21 Whyles, on the strong-wing'd tempest flyin,<br>22 Tirlin' the kirks;<br>23 Whyles, in the human bosom pryin,<br>24 Unseen thou lurks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">25 I've heard my rev'rend graunie say,<br>26 In lanely glens ye like to stray;<br>27 Or whare auld ruin'd castles gray<br>28 Nod to the moon,<br>29 Ye fright the nightly wand'rer's way<br>30 Wi' eldritch croon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">31 When twilight did my graunie summon<br>32 To say her pray'rs, douce honest woman!<br>33 Aft yont the dike she's heard you bummin,<br>34 Wi' eerie drone;<br>35 Or, rustlin thro' the boortrees comin,<br>36 Wi' heavy groan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">37 Ae dreary, windy, winter night,<br>38 The stars shot down wi' sklentin light,<br>39 Wi' you mysel I gat a fright,<br>40 Ayont the lough;<br>41 Ye like a rash-buss stood in sight,<br>42 Wi' waving sugh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">43 The cudgel in my nieve did shake,<br>44 Each bristl'd hair stood like a stake,<br>45 When wi' an eldritch, stoor 'Quaick, quaick,'<br>46 Amang the springs,<br>47 Awa ye squatter'd like a drake,<br>48 On whistling wings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">49 Let warlocks grim an' wither'd hags<br>50 Tell how wi' you on ragweed nags<br>51 They skim the muirs an' dizzy crags<br>52 Wi' wicked speed;<br>53 And in kirk-yards renew their leagues,<br>54 Owre howket dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">55 Thence, countra wives wi' toil an' pain<br>56 May plunge an' plunge the kirn in vain;<br>57 For oh! the yellow treasure's taen<br>58 By witchin skill;<br>59 An' dawtet, twal-pint hawkie's gaen<br>60 As yell's the bill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">61 Thence, mystic knots mak great abuse,<br>62 On young guidmen, fond, keen, an' croose;<br>63 When the best wark-lume i' the house,<br>64 By cantraip wit,<br>65 Is instant made no worth a louse,<br>66 Just at the bit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">67 When thowes dissolve the snawy hoord,<br>68 An' float the jinglin icy-boord,<br>69 Then water-kelpies haunt the foord<br>70 By your direction,<br>71 An' nighted trav'lers are allur'd<br>72 To their destruction.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">73 And aft your moss-traversing spunkies<br>74 Decoy the wight that late an drunk is:<br>75 The bleezin, curst, mischievous monkeys<br>76 Delude his eyes,<br>77 Till in some miry slough he sunk is,<br>78 Ne'er mair to rise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">79 When Masons' mystic word an grip<br>80 In storms an' tempests raise you up,<br>81 Some cock or cat your rage maun stop,<br>82 Or, strange to tell!<br>83 The youngest brither ye wad whip<br>84 Aff straught to hell!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">85 Lang syne, in Eden'd bonie yard,<br>86 When youthfu' lovers first were pair'd,<br>87 An all the soul of love they shar'd,<br>88 The raptur'd hour,<br>89 Sweet on the fragrant flow'ry swaird,<br>90 In shady bow'r;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">91 Then you, ye auld snick-drawin dog!<br>92 Ye cam to Paradise incog,<br>93 And play'd on man a cursed brogue,<br>94 (Black be your fa'!)<br>95 An gied the infant warld a shog,<br>96 Maist ruin'd a'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">97 D'ye mind that day, when in a bizz,<br>98 Wi' reeket duds an reestet gizz,<br>99 Ye did present your smoutie phiz<br>100 Mang better folk,<br>101 An' sklented on the man of Uz<br>102 Your spitefu' joke?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">103 An' how ye gat him i' your thrall,<br>104 An' brak him out o' house and hal',<br>105 While scabs and blotches did him gall,<br>106 Wi' bitter claw,<br>107 An' lows'd his ill-tongued, wicked scaul,<br>108 Was warst ava?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">109 But a' your doings to rehearse,<br>110 Your wily snares an' fechtin fierce,<br>111 Sin' that day Michael did you pierce,<br>112 Down to this time,<br>113 Wad ding a Lallan tongue, or Erse,<br>114 In prose or rhyme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">115 An' now, Auld Cloots, I ken ye're thinkin,<br>116 A certain Bardie's rantin, drinkin,<br>117 Some luckless hour will send him linkin,<br>118 To your black pit;<br>119 But faith! he'll turn a corner jinkin,<br>120 An' cheat you yet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">121 But fare you weel, Auld Nickie-ben!<br>122 O wad ye tak a thought an' men'!<br>123 Ye aiblins might--I dinna ken--<br>124 Still hae a stake:<br>125 I'm wae to think upo' yon den,<br>126 Ev'n for your sake!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q>
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2 Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie!
3 Wha in yon cavern, grim an' sootie,
4 Clos'd under hatches, 
5 Spairges about the brunstane cootie
6 To scaud poor wretches!

7 Hear me, Auld Hangie, for a wee,
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