Lines Inscribed In A Lady’s Pocket Almanac
Grant me, indulgent Heaven, that I may live, To see the miscreants feel the pains they give; Deal Freedom's sacred treasures free as air, TillSlave and Despot be butthings that were.
Logan Braes
O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide, That day I was my Willie's bride, And years sinsynehaeo'er us run, Like Logan to the simmersun: But now thy flowery banks appear Like drumlieWinter, dark and drear, While my dear lad maunface his faes, Far, far frae me and Logan braes. Again the merry month of May Has
Lord Gregory
O mirk, mirkis this midnight hour, And loud the tempest's roar; A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tower, Lord Gregory, ope thy door. Anexile fraeher father's ha', And a'for loving thee; At least some pity on me shaw, If love it may nabe. Lord Gregory, mind'st thou not the grove BybonieIrwine side, Where first I own'd
On Mrs. Riddell’s Birthday
Old Winter, with his frosty beard, Thus once to Jove his prayer preferred: "What have I done of all the year, To bearthis hated doom severe? My cheerless suns no pleasure know; Night's horrid car drags, dreary slow; My dismal months no joys are crowning, Butspleeny English hanging, drowning. "Now Jove, for once be mighty
My Spouse Nancy
"Husband, husband, cease your strife, Nor longer idly rave, Sir; Tho' I am your wedded wife Yet I am not your slave, Sir." "One of two must still obey, Nancy, Nancy; Is it Man orWoman, say, My spouse Nancy?' "If 'tis still the lordly word, Service and obedience; I'll desert my sov'reign lord, And so,
On Commissary Goldie’s Brains
Lord, to account who dares thee call, Ore'erdispute thy pleasure? Else why, within so thicka wall, Enclose so poor a treasure?
Down The Burn, Davie
As down the burnthey took their way, And thro' the flowery dale; His cheek to hers he aftdid lay, And love was aye the tale: With "Mary, when shall we return, Sicpleasure to renew?" Quoth Mary-"Love, I like the burn, And aye shall follow you."