Poem On Pastoral Poetry
Hail, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd Fraecommon sense, or sunk enerv'd 'Mang heaps o' clavers: And och! o'er aftthy joes haestarv'd, 'Mid a'thy favours! Say, Lassie, why, thy train amang, While loud the trump's heroic clang, And sock or buskin skelpalang To death or marriage; Scarce anehas tried
Poem On Sensibility
Sensibility, how charming, Dearest Nancy, thou canst tell; But distress, with horrors arming, Thou alas! hast known too well! Fairest flower, behold the lily Blooming in the sunny ray: Let the blast sweep o'er the valley, See it prostrate in the clay. Hear the wood lark charm the forest, Telling o'er his little joys; Butalas!
Lament For James, Earl Of Glencairn
The wind blew hollow fraethe hills, Byfits the sun's departing beam Look'd on the fading yellow woods, That wav'd o'er Lugar's winding stream: Beneath a craigysteep, a Bard, Laden with years and meiklepain, In loud lament bewail'd his lord, Whom Death had all untimely ta'en. He lean'd him to an ancient aik, Whose trunk was
Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of Spring
Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o' daisies white Out o'er the grassy lea; Now Phoebus cheers the crystal streams, And glads the azure skies; But nought can glad the weary wight That fast in durance lies. Now laverocks wake the merry morn Aloft on dewy wing;
A Grace After Dinner, Extempore
O thou, in whom we live and move- Who made the sea and shore; Thy goodness constantly we prove, And grateful would adore; And, if it please Thee, Power above! Still grant us, with such store, The friend we trust, the fair we love- And we desire nomore. Amen!
Lines Sent To Sir John Whiteford, Bart
Thou, who thy honour as thy God rever'st, Who, save thy mind's reproach, nought earthly fear'st, To thee this votive offering I impart, The tearful tribute of a broken heart. The Friend thou valued'st, I, the Patron lov'd; His worth, his honour, all the world approved: We'll mourn tillwe too go as he has gone,
A Grace Before Dinner, Extempore
O thou who kindly dost provide For every creature's want! We bless Thee, God of Nature wide, For all Thy goodness lent: And if it please Thee, Heavenly Guide, May never worse be sent; But, whether granted, ordenied, Lord, bless us with content. Amen!
Lovely Polly Stewart
Chorus.-O lovely Polly Stewart, O charming Polly Stewart, There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May, That's half so fair as thou art! The flower it blaws, it fades, it fa's, And art can ne'er renew it; Butworthand truth, eternal youth Will gieto Polly Stewart, O lovely Polly Stewart, &c. May he whasearms shall fauldthy
Address To The Shade Of Thomson
While virgin Springby Eden's flood, Unfolds her tender mantle green, Or pranks the sod in frolic mood, Or tunes Eolian strains between. While Summer, with a matron grace, Retreats to Dryburgh's cooling shade, Yet oft, delighted, stops to trace The progress of the spiky blade. While Autumn, benefactor kind, ByTweed erects his aged head, And