N AE heathen name shall I prefix Frae Pindus or Parnassus; Auld Reekie dings them a' to sticks, Jove's tunefu' dochters three times three But, gien the body half an e'e, Nine Ferriers wad done better ! Last day my mind was in a bog, A creeping, cauld, prosaic fog Do what I dought to set her free, Ye turn'd a neuk-I saw your e'e- 284 POEM ON PASTORAL POETRY. The mournfu' sang I here enclose, And wish and pray in rhyme sincere VERSES TO MISS GRAHAM OF FINTRY, WITH A PRESENT OF SONGS. HERE, where Scottish In sacred strains and tuneful numbers join'd, So may no ruffian feeling in thy breast Or Pity's notes, in luxury of tears, As modest Want the tale of woe reveals; While conscious Virtue all the strain endears, And heaven-born Piety her sanction seals. POEM ON PASTORAL POETRY. HALL, Poesio! thou my pro reserved! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerved Frae common sense, or sunk ennerved 'Mang heaps o' clavers; POEM ON PASTORAL POETRY. 285 And och owre aft thy joes hae starved '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 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-famed Grecian share A rival place? Yes! there is ane; a Scottish callan- A chiel sae clever ; 286 TO CHLORIS. The teeth o' Time may gnaw Tantallan, Thou paints auld Nature to the nines Nae gowden stream through myrtles twines, While nightly breezes sweep the vines, In gowany glens thy burnie strays, Wi' hawthorns grey, Where blackbirds join the shepherd's lays Thy rural loves are Nature's sel; That charm that can the strongest quell, TO CHLORIS. IS Friendship's pledge, my young, fair 'TIS friend, Nor thou the gift refuse, Nor with unwilling ear attend The moralising Muse. POETICAL ADDRESS. Since thou, in all thy youth and charms, (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 refined of sense and taste, 287 POETICAL ADDRESS TO MR. WILLIAM TYTLER, R WITH A PRESENT OF THE BARD'S PICTURE. EVERED defender of beauteous Stuart, Of Stuart, a name once respected— A name which to love was the mark of a true heart, But now 'tis despised and neglected! |