There shall my voice in plaintive wailings teach Sweet are the waters to the parched tongue; Adieu, ye fields! where I have fondly strayed, Ye sons of base Ingratitude, adieu! WRITTEN AT THE HERMITAGE OF BRAID, NEAR EDINBURGH. [It was among the Braid hills that Burns was wont to walk with Professor Stewart: and it was the scenery which excited the muse of Fergusson that made him beautifully say to the Professor, "that the sight of so many smoking cottages gave a pleasure to his mind, which none could understand who had not witnessed, like himself, the happiness and worth which they contained." The 'Hermitage' stands in the secluded low ground near the Braid Burn. An engraving of it was published by Storer and Greig.] WOULD you relish a rural retreat, Or the pleasure the groves can inspire? The city's allurements forget, To this spot of enchantment retire. Where a valley and crystalline brook, The beautiful woodlands among. Behold the umbrageous trees A covert of verdure have spread, For lo! through each op'ning is heard Whose numbers do gracefully flow. The bushes and arbours so green, And form a retirement for love. Here Venus transported may rove Nor wish for the Cyprian grove Oft let me contemplative dwell 3 On a scene where such beauties appear; I could live in a cot or a cell, And never think solitude near. 1 Var. The strain of wild melody flow. 2 Var. from the throat. 3 Var. In concert with waters below. SONG. [From Johnson's Scots Musical Museum (125, p. 131. Vol. II. Note, p. 121.) where it is given as additional words to the tune of "Braw, braw lads of Galla-water."] No repose can I discover Nor find joy without my lover; Can I stay when she's not near me? The charms of grandeur don't decoy me, 1 My crown and sceptre I resign, The shepherd's life shall still be mine. A BURLESQUE ELEGY ON THE AMPUTATION OF A STUDENT'S HAIR, ANTECEDENT TO HIS ENTERING INTO ORDERS. 2 O SAD catastrophe! O event dire ! 3 How shall the loss, the heavy loss be borne? Say ye who can divine the mighty cause, 1 Give me joy. 2 This 'title' restored from the original. 3 Improved by Mr. Robert Chambers thus: O sad catastrophe! event most dire! Ed. of Fergusson, 1840, p. 39. Why such oppressive and such rigid laws Alas! poor Strephon, to the stern decree Which prunes your tresses, are you doom'd to yield? Soon shall your Caput, like the blasted tree, Diffuse its faded honours o'er the field. Now let the solemn sounds of mourning swell, O razor! yet thy poignant edge suspend; Ere the huge wig, in formal curls array'd, Mourn, O ye zephyrs! for, alas! no more His waving ringlets shall your call obey ; Amanda, too, in bitter anguish sighs, And grieves the metamorphosis to see: Mourn not, Amanda, for the hair that lies Dead on the ground shall be revived for thee. Some skilful artist of a French frizeur, With graceful ringlets shall thy temples bind, And cull the precious relics from the floor, Which yet may flutter in the wanton wind. FASHION.-A POEM. Bred up where discipline most rare is, HUDIBRAS. in humble song, O NATURE, parent goddess! at thy shrine, Come then, regardless of vain fashion's fools, That crowd the world, and with thee bring To lash those bold usurpers from the stage. On that bless'd spot where the Parisian dome To fools the stealing hand of time displays, Fashion her empire holds; a goddess great! View her amidst the millinerian train On a resplendent throne exalted high, Strangely diversified with gew-gaw forms. Her busy hand glides pleasurably o'er The darling novelties, the trinkets rare That greet the sight of the admiring dames, Whose dear bought treasures o'er their native isle Contagious spread, infect the wholesome air That cherish'd vigour in Britannia's sons. |