Apology For Declining An Invitation To Dine
No more of your guests, be they titled ornot, And cookery the first in the nation; Who is proof to thy personal converse and wit, Is proof to all other temptation.
Address To The Woodlark
O stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay, Nor quit for me the trembling spray, A hapless lover courts thy lay, Thy soothing, fond complaining. Again, again that tender part, That I may catch thy melting art; For surely that wadtouch her heart Whakills me wi'disdaining. Say, was thy little mate unkind, And heard thee as the
Young Jamie, Pride Of A’ The Plain
Young Jamie, pride of a' the plain, Sae gallant and sae gay a swain, Thro' a' our lasses he did rove, And reign'd resistless King of Love. Butnow, wi'sighs and starting tears, He strays amangthe woods and breirs; Orin the glens and rocky caves, His sad complaining dowieraves:- "I whasae late did range and rove,
To The Beautiful Miss Eliza J-N
How, Liberty! girl, can it be bythee nam'd? Equality too! hussey, art not asham'd? Free and Equal indeed, while mankind thou enchainest, And over their hearts a proud Despot so reignest.
To Dr. Maxwell
Maxwell, if merit here you crave, That merit I deny; You save fair Jessie from the grave!- AnAngel could not die!
The Winter Of Life
But lately seen in gladsome green, The woods rejoic'd the day, Thro' gentle showers, the laughing flowers In double pride were gay: But now our joys are fled On winter blasts awa; Yet maiden May, in rich array, Again shall bring them a'. But my white pow, naekindly thowe Shall melt the snaws of Age;
Craigieburn Wood-2
Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn, And blythe awakes the morrow; But a'the pride o'Spring's return Can yield me nochtbut sorrow. I see the flowers and spreading trees, I hear the wild birds singing; But what a weary wightcan please, And Care his bosom wringing! Fain, fainwould I my griefs impart, Yet dare nafor your