Epitaph For Gavin Hamilton, Esq.
The poor man weeps-here Gavin sleeps, Whom canting wretches blam'd; Butwith such as he, where'er he be, May I be sav'd ordamn'd!
Epitaph For Robert Aiken, Esq.
Know thou, O stranger to the fame Of this much lov'd, much honoured name! (For none that knew him need be told) A warmer heart death ne'er made cold.
Epitaph On “Wee Johnie”
Whoe'er thou art, O reader, know That Death has murder'd Johnie; An'here his bodylies fu'low; For saulhe ne'er had ony.
Farewell Song To The Banks Of Ayr
The gloomy night is gath'ring fast, Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast, Yonmurky cloud is foul with rain, I see it driving o'er the plain; The hunter now has left the moor. The scatt'red coveys meet secure; While here I wander, prest with care, Along the lonely banks of Ayr. The Autumn mourns her rip'ning
Farewell To Eliza
From thee, Eliza, I must go, And from my native shore; The cruel fates between us throw A boundless ocean's roar: But boundless oceans, roaring wide, Between my love and me, They never, never can divide My heart and soul from thee. Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear, The maid that I adore! A boding voice is
Address To A Haggis
Fair fa'your honest, sonsieface, Great chieftain o' the pudding-race! Aboonthem a' yet tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weelare ye wordyo'a grace As lang's my arm. The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdieslike a distant hill, Your pin was help to mend a mill In time o'need, While thro' your pores the dews
Home.
O thou pale orb that silent shines While care-untroubled mortals sleep! Thou seest a wretch who inly pines. And wanders here to wail and weep! With woe I nightly vigils keep, Beneath thy wan, unwarming beam; And mourn, in lamentation deep, How life and love are all a dream! I joyless view thy rays adorn
Address To Edinburgh
Edina! Scotia's darling seat! All hail thy palaces and tow'rs, Where once, beneath a Monarch's feet, Sat Legislation's sov'reign pow'rs: From marking wildly scatt'red flow'rs, As on the banks of Ayr I stray'd, And singing, lone, the lingering hours, I shelter in they honour'd shade. Here Wealth still swells the golden tide, As busy Trade
Inscribed On A Work Of Hannah More’s
Thou flatt'ring markof friendship kind, Still may thy pages call to mind The dear, the beauteous donor; Tho' sweetly female ev'ry part, Yet such a head, and more the heart Does both the sexes honour: She show'd her taste refin'd and just, When she selected thee; Yet deviating, own I must, For saeapproving me: Butkind