Pale grew the roses on thy cheek, Till the slow poison brought thy youth Thus wasted are the ranks of men, Behold where round thy narrow house The multitudes that sleep below Some, with the tottering steps of Age, Yet these, however hard their fate, Amid their weeping friends they died, From thy lov'd friends when first thy heart At the last limits of our isle, Wash'd by the western wave, Touch'd by thy fate, a thoughtful bard Pensive he eyes before him spread And while, amid the silent Dead Like thee, cut off in early youth Him, too, the stern impulse of Fate And the same rapid tide shall whelm The tear of pity which he shed, He asks not to receive; Let but his poor remains be laid His grief-worn heart, with truest joy, O, my dear maid, my Stella, when NAETHING. (PROBABLY ADDRESSED TO GAVIN HAMILTON, 1786.) To you, Sir, this summons I've sent, But if you demand what I want, I honestly answer you-naething. 89 70 бо Ne'er scorn a poor Poet like me, Are busy employed about--naething. Poor Centum-per-centum may fast, And grumble his hurdies their claithing; The courtier cringes and bows, Some quarrel the Presbyter gown, The lover may sparkle and glow, The Poet may jingle and rhyme In hopes of a laureate wreathing, And when he has wasted his time He's kindly rewarded with naething. The thundering bully may rage, And swagger and swear like a heathen; But collar him fast, I'll engage, You'll find that his courage is naething. Last night with a feminine whig, But soon we grew lovingly big, I taught her her terrors were naething. ΙΟ 20 30 Her whigship was wonderful pleased, And kissed her and promised her-naething. The priest anathémas may threat,- And now, I must mount on the wave, The drowning a Poet is naething. And now, as grim death's in my thought, My service as long as ye've aught, And my friendship, by God! when ye've naething. FRAGMENTARY VERSES. HIS face with smile eternal drest- A head pure, sinless quite, of brain or soul; It shows a human face, and wears a wig, He looks as sign-board Lions do, 40 50 Notes. Page 1. Tam o' Shanter. Burns thought this poem his best; and Sir Walter Scott, no bad judge of a tale of diablerie, approved his judgement. It was written late in the autumn of 1790, when the poet was near the close of his thirty-second year. He was then resident on his farm at Ellisland, a few miles up the Nith from Dumfries; but, though still a farmer, he had already commenced the active duties of a gauger, or excise-officer. The occasion of the poem was an arrangement with Grose, the antiquary, who promised to include, in his collection of the pictured Antiquities of Scotland, the primitive Kirk of Alloway, near Ayr, if Burns on his part furnished a witch story to accompany the engraving. Burns not only gave him the metrical Tale of Tam o' Shanter, but sketched in prose three legends of Kirk Alloway besides -one of which is of interest as the groundwork of the poem : here it is in Burns's own words: On a market day, in the town of Ayr, a farmer from Carrick, and consequently whose way lay by the very gate of Alloway Kirk-yard, in order to cross the river Doon at the old bridge, which is about two or three hundred yards farther on than the said gate, had been detained by his business, till by the time he reached Alloway it was the wizard hour, between night and morning. Though he was terrified with a blaze streaming from the Kirk, yet as it is a well known fact, that to turn back on these occasions is running by far the greatest risk of mischief, he prudently advanced on his road. When he had reached the gate of the Kirk-yard, he was surprised and entertained, through the ribs and arches of an old Gothic window, which still faces the highway, to see a dance of witches merrily footing it round their old sooty blackguard master, who was keeping all alive with the power of his bagpipe. The farmer, stopping his horse to observe them a little, could plainly descry the faces of many old women of his acquaintance and neighbourhood. How the gentleman was dressed, tradition does not say, but that the ladies were all in their smocks; and one of them happening unluckily to have a smock |