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A Journal from Glasgow to Laggan...
Notes on Ditto....
To the Right Honourable Henry Dundas ......
On the Death of Sir Ralph Abercromby.... 221
A familiar Epistle to a Friend....
Hymn for the Sons of the Clergy
...P. 309 To the Memory of a Young Lady who died near
Inverness in the 21st Year of her Age, August
To a Young Lady deeply interested in the Subject of the Poem....
To Lady Clan, who insisted on the Author's writ
ing a Poem on meeting, by appointment with
her and three other Ladies at an Inn on the
Road betwixt Perth and Laggan. .
Ode to Hygeia :- Addressed to the late Mrs Wil
liam Sprott, Edinburgh.-Spring 1779........331 To Miss Dunbar of Boath ... Inscription for a Garden-seat.-Sacred to the
Remembrance of a beloved Friend, Miss A.
On reading Manuscript Poems by a Young Lady,
not in the Manner but in the Spirit of Collins . 339 Written in one of the Duke of Atholl's walks at
Blair, after making a clandestine entrance
through the River Tilt, Summer 1796 ........341 Peaceful Shades..
Morduth :-4 Fragment, translated from the
Gaelic: in Two Books ....
Notes on Ditto ....
The Aged Bard's Wish....
Notes on Ditto..
On the Marquis of Huntly's departure for the
Continent with his Regiment in 1799 .........407
Nilecrankie : or, The French Expedition to Egypt 410
Glossary to Ditto....
Subscribers Names ....
FIRST LINES OF THE POEMS.
Awful and stern the rugged entrance low’ts P. 200 All hail ! ye frowning terrors of my way........204 Awak’d to thought matur'd by age..
.314 Blest was tủe Chief, who, full of days and fame 221 Come, then, explore with me each winding glen..3r Com'st thou with swift wing in thy strength, O wind!.....
.372 Dear Nancy, well you know my way.. Dear lowly cottage, o'er whose humble thatch....208 Dear Beatrice, with pleasure I read your kind letter......
.236 Dear Lady Clan, you well may know ..
.320 Daughter of exercise and calm content.
.331 Far to the North the howling tempest drove......21 Fair daughter of that fleeting race...
.278 From the recesses of this wild domain..
.286 Go, artless records of a life obscure....
:17 Hear, princely youth, th’unletter'd rustic muse. .290 How blest those olive plants that grew .........309 Helen, by every sympathy allied. ... In vain my eyelids seek repose..
..273 Muse, that lov'st the lonely mountain.
.294 Now, hark ! what loud tumultuous joys resound...45