TO MISS CRUIKSHANK. 157 ADDRESS TO THE SHADE OF THOMSON, ON WHILE virgin Spring, by Eden's flood, While Summer, with a matron grace, While Autumn, benefactor kind, While maniac Winter rages o'er The hills whence classic Yarrow flows, Rousing the turbid torrent's roar, Or sweeping, wild, a waste of snows: So long, sweet poet of the year, Shall bloom that wreath thou well hast won; While Scotia, with exulting tear, Proclaims that Thomson was her son. TO MISS CRUIKSHANK, A VERY YOUNG LADY; WRITTEN ON THE BLANK LEAF OF A BOOK PRESENTED TO HER BY THE AUTHOR. BEAUTEOUS rose-bud, young and gay, Blooming in thy early May, Never may'st thou, lovely Flow'r, The "dear little Jeanie" of one of his letters; her father was a Master in the High School at Edinburgh. Nor even Sol too fiercely view The loveliest form she e'er gave birth. ON READING, IN A NEWSPAPER, THE DEATH OF JOHN M'LEOD, ESQ., BROTHER TO A YOUNG LADY, A PARTICULAR FRIEND OF THE AUTHOR. SAD thy tale, thou idle page, And rueful thy alarms: Death tears the brother of her love From Isabella's arms. Sweetly deckt with pearly dew Fair on Isabella's morn The sun propitious smil'd; But, long ere noon, succeeding clouds Fate oft tears the bosom chords, Dread Omnipotence, alone, Can heal the wound He gave; Virtue's blossoms there shall blow, There Isabella's spotless worth THE HUMBLE PETITION. 159 THE HUMBLE PETITION OF BRUAR WATER1 TO THE NOBLE DUKE OF ATHOLE. My Lord, I know your noble ear The lightly-jumping glowrin trouts, Last day I grat' wi' spite and teen, As Poet Burns came by, That to a Bard I should be seen He, kneeling, wad ador'd me. Here, foaming down the shelvy rocks, There, high my boiling torrent smokes, I am, altho' I say't mysel, Would then my noble master please To grant my highest wishes, He'll shade my banks wi' tow'ring trees, 1 Bruar Falls, in Athole, are exceedingly picturesque and beautiful; but their effect is much impaired by the want of trees and shrubs.-R. B. Wept. s Offered. 4 Going. Delighted doubly then, my Lord, The sober laverock, warbling wild, The gowdspink, Music's gayest child, The blackbird strong, the lintwhite clear, This, too, a covert shall ensure, Here shall the shepherd make his seat, And here, by sweet endearing stealth, Despising worlds with all their wealth The flow'rs shall vie in all their charms Here haply too, at vernal dawn, Let lofty firs, and ashes cool, 1 Hare. WHEN GUILFORD GOOD OUR PILOT STOOD. 161 Let fragrant birks in woodbines drest So may Old Scotia's darling hope, Spring, like their fathers, up to prop The grace be-"Athole's honest men, WHEN GUILFORD GOOD OUR PILOT STOOD. A FRAGMENT. TUNE-"GILLICRANKIE.” WHEN Guilford good our Pilot stood, Ae night, at tea, began a plea, Then up they gat the maskin-pat,' Then thro' the lakes Montgomery takes, Poor Tammy Gage, within a cage Till Willie Howe took o'er the knowe 1 Tea-pot. Jerk. The English Parliament having imposed an excise duty upon tea imported into North America, the East India Company sent several ships laden with that article to Boston, and the natives went on board by force of arms, and emptied the cargo into the sea. |