To sum up all, be merry, I advise; And as we're merry, may we still be wise. VERSES TO A YOUNG LADY,' WITH A PRESENT HERE, where the Scotish Muse immortal lives, Or Pity's notes, in luxury of tears, As modest Want the tale of woe reveals; POEM ON PASTORAL POETRY.' HAIL, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd!3 'Mang heaps o' clavers; And och! owre aft thy joes hae starv'd, 'Mid a' thy favours! Say, Lassie, why thy train amang, To death or marriage; Scarce ane has tried the shepherd-sang In Homer's craft Jock Milton thrives; In thy sweet sang, Barbauld, survives 1 Daughter of Mr. Graham, of Fintry. Gilbert Burns doubted the authenticity of these verses, but surely without reason. 3 Collins. 4 Dwarf. ON PASTORAL POETRY. But thee, Theocritus, wha matches? I pass by hunders, nameless wretches, That ape their betters. In this braw age o' wit and lear, Will nane the Shepherd's whistle mair And rural grace; And wi' the far-fam'd Grecian share Yes! there is ane, a Scottish callan- The teeth o' Time may gnaw Tantallan, Thou paints auld Nature to the nines, Nae gowden stream thro' myrtles twines, While nightly breezes sweep the vines, In gowany glens' thy burnie strays, Wi' hawthorns grey Thy rural loves are nature's sel'; Nae bombast spates" o' nonsense swell; O' witchin' love, That charm that can the strongest quell— The sternest move. 183 *Dresses. * Small. • Stoop. The name of a castia • Torrents. WRITTEN ON THE BLANK LEAF OF THE LAST EDITION OF HIS POEMS, PRESENTED TO THE LADY WHOM HE HAD OFTEN CELEBRATED UNDER THE NAME OF CHLORIS.' "TIs Friendship's pledge, my young, fair friend, Nor with unwilling ear attend Since thou, in all thy youth and charms, Must bid the world adieu, (A world 'gainst peace in constant arms) Since, thy gay morn of life o'ercast, Since life's gay scenes must charm no more, Still nobler wealth hast thou in store- Thine is the self-approving glow, The joys refin'd of sense and taste, POETICAL ADDRESS TO MR. WILLIAM TYTLER, WITH THE PRESENT OF THE BARD'S PICTURE. REVERED defender of beauteous Stuart, Of Stuart, a name once respected, A name, which to love, was the mark of a true heart, 1 Jean Lorimer. NEW-YEAR DAY. Tho' something like moisture conglobes in my eye, A poor friendless wand'rer may well claim a sigh, Still more, if that wand'rer were royal. My fathers that name have rever'd on a throne; Those fathers would spurn their degenerate son, 185 Still in prayers for King George I most heartily join, Be they wise, be they foolish, is nothing of mine; But why of this epocha make such a fuss, If bringing them over was lucky for us, But, loyalty, truce! we're on dangerous ground, I send you a trifle, a head of a bard, But accept it, good Sir, as a mark of regard, Now life's chilly evening dim shades in your eye, But you like the star that athwart gilds the sky, SKETCH.-NEW-YEAR DAY. TO MRS. DUNLOP. THIS day Time winds th' exhausted chain, Deaf, as my friend, he sees them press, And blooming Keith's' engaged with Gray) This day's propitious to be wise in. And what is this day's strong suggestion? Since then, my honor'd, first of friends, Let us th' important Now employ, And live as those that never die. Tho' you, with days and honors crown'd, (A sight life's sorrows to repulse; 1 Major, afterwards General Andrew Dunlop, second son of Mrs. Dunlop. 2 Miss Rachel Dunlop. * Miss Keith Dunlop, the youngest daughter. |