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The Lamentaman.com

Despondency. An Ode.commons

Winter.

A Dirgeconomy and

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The Cotter's Saturday Nightcomm.mom

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Man was made to Mourn. A Dirge.no

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A Prayer in the Prospect of Deathome

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Verses left at a Friend's House.....com.

The First Psalm anses

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A Prayermeword

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The First Six Verses of the Ninetieth Psalm.

To a Mountain Daisy

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To Ruin..www.

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To Miss L with Beattie's Poems, for a New Year's

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Epistle to a Young Friendmenesenoma

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To a Haggis.semanas

A Dedication to Gavin Hamilton, Esq.....

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To a Louse, on seeing one on a Lady's Bonnet at Church.171

Address to Edinburgh.com.

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Epistle to J. Lapraik, an old Scottish Bardcomcconna

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Epistle to W.S

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John Barleycorn. A Ballad.

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A Fragment, “ When Guildford good our Pilot stoodaw...198

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Song, “ Now westlin winds, and slaughtring gums” mocno -203

Song, Behind yon hills where Lugar flows".

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Song, “ Again rejoicing Nature sees” common

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Song, The gloomy night is gathering fast”.

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Song, “ From thee, Fliza, I must go".

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The Farewell to the Brethren of St James's Lodge, Tar-

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INDEX TO THE POETRY.

IN THE

ALPHABETICAL ORDER OF THE FIRST LINES.

VOL. III.

ADIEU ! a heart-warm fond adieu !
Admiring Nature in her wildest grace
Ae day as Death, that grusome carl
Again rejoicing nature sees
Again the silent wheels of time
A guid New-year I wish thee, Maggie !
All hail ! inexorable lord !
Among the heathy hills and ragged woods .
Anna, thy charms my bosom fire !
As Mailie an' her lambs thegither
A' ye wha live by soups o' drink
Ask why got made the gem so small
As father Adam first was fool'd
Auld com'rad dear, and brither sinner
Beauteous rose-bud, young and gay
Behind yon bills where Lugar flows
Below thir stanes lie Jamie's banes
C'ease ye prudes, your envious railing

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Curs'd be the man, the poorest wretch in life
Dear S, the sleest, paukie thief
Dweller in yon dungeon dark
Bdina! Scotia's darling seat !
Expect na, Sir, in this narration
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face
For Lords or Kings I dinna mourn
From thee, Eliza, I must go
Grant me, indulgent Heaven, that I may live
Green grow the rashes, 0
Guid-mornin to your Majesty!
Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie
Hail Poesie ! thou Nymph revered !
Has auld K

seen the Deil!.
He who of Ranken sang, lies stiff and dead
Hear, Land o’Cakes, and brither Scots
Here sowter in death does sleep
Here lies J-n B-y honest man
Here lies a mock Marquis, whose titles were shamm'd
Here lies Johnny Pidgeon
I am a keeper of the law .
I gat your letter, winsome Willie
I lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend
I murder hate by field or flood
In politics, if thou would'st mix
I'm three times doubly o'er your debtor
Inhuman man! curse on thy barb'rous art
I sing of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth
I'mind it weel in early date
In Mauchline there dwells six proper young belles
Instead of a song, boys, I'll give you a toast
Is there a whim-inspired fool
It was upon a Lammas night
Kemble, thou cur'st my unbelief
Know thou, O stranger to the fame
Kilmarnock Wabsters, fidge an' claw

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Lament in rhyme, lament in prose
Lament him Mauchline husbands a'
Late crippld of an arm, and now a leg
Let other poets raise a fracas'
My lord, I know, your noble ear
My lov’d, my honoured, much respected friend !
My canty, witty, rhyming ploughman
My bottle is my holy pool
No churchman am I for to rail and to write
Now nature hangs her mantle green
Now westlin winds and slaught'ring guns
Oppress'd with grief, oppress'd with care
O Death! thou tyrant fell and bloody!
O rough, rude, ready-witty R-
O Thou dread. Pow?r who reign'st above!
0 Thou Great Being, what thou art
O Thou pale orb, that silent shines
O Thou, the first, the greatest friend !
0 Thou unknown, Almighty Cause
0 Thou! whatever. title suit thee
O ye wha are sae guid yoursel.
O ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains
Oh ! had each Scot of ancient times
0! happy hour for ever mair
O Goudie! terror of the Whigs
O a' ye pious godly flocks
O Death had'st thou but spared his life
O thou whom poetry abhors
One Queen Artemisa as old stories tell
Once fondly lov'd, and still remember'd dear
Orthodox, orthodox, wha believe in John Knox
Right Sir! your text I'll prove it true
Sad thy tale, thou idle page
Sir, as your mandate did request
Sic a reptile was Watt
Some books are lies frae end to end

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Stop, passenger! my story's brief
Sweet Flow'ret, pledge o' meikle love
The gloomy night is gathering fast
The man, in life, wherever plac'd
The poor man weeps here Gn sleeps
The simple Bard, rough at the rustic plough
The sun had closed the winter day
The wind blew hollow frae the hills
The wintry west extends his blast
The lamp of day, with ill-presaging glare
The King's most humble servant, I
The deil cam fiddlin through the town
The Devil got notice that grose was a-dying
The greybeard old Wisdom may boast of his treasures .
There was three kings into the east
There's nought but care on every han’
Thou whom chance may hither lead .
Thou, who thy honour as thy God rever'st
Thou's welcome wean, mishanter fa' me

Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle
Upon a simmer Sunday morn
Upon that night, when fairies light
We cam na here to view your warks
Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie
When biting Boreas, fell and doure
When chapman billies leave the street
When chill November's surly blast
When Guildford good our pilot stood .
While briers and woodbines budding green
While new-ca'd key rout at the stake
While virgin spring, by Eden's flood
While winds frae aff Ben Lomond blaw
Whoe'er thou art, O reader, know
Whoe'er he be that sojourns here
Why am I loth to leave this earthly scene !

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