CHARLES MORRIS. 1739-1832. Solid men of Boston, banish long potations; Pitt and Dundas's Return to London from Wimbledon. O, give me the sweet shady side of Pall Mall! Town and Country. JOHN TRUMBULL. 1750-1831. But optics sharp it needs, I ween, McFingal. Canto i. Line 67. But as some muskets so contrive it As though there were a tie And obligation to posterity. We get them, bear them, breed and nurse. Canto i. Line 93. That we, lest they their rights should lose, Should trust our necks to gripe of noose. Canto ii. Line 121. No man e'er felt the halter draw, With good opinion of the law. 1 Solid men of Boston, make no long orations; Solid men of Boston, banish strong potations. Canto iii. Line 489. Billy Pitt and the Farmer. From Debrett's Asylum for ROBERT BURNS. 1759-1796. Where sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet Wi' favours secret, sweet, and precious. Tam o' Shanter. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. The landlord's laugh was ready chorus. Ibid. Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, Ibid. But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Ibid. Nae man can tether time or tide. Ibid. That hour, o' night's black arch the keystane. Ibid. Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Ibid. As Tammie glowered, amazed and curious, Ibid. Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears Green grow the Rashes. Some wee short hour ayont the twal. Death and Dr. Hornbook. The best laid schemes o' mice and men And leave us naught but grief and pain Man's inhumanity to man. Makes countless thousands mourn. To a Mouse, Man was made to Mourn. O Life! how pleasant in thy morning, Like schoolboys at th' expected warning, To joy and play. Epistle to James Smith. Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; His locked, lettered, braw brass collar O wad some power the giftie gie us, 1 Man was made when Nature was But an apprentice, but woman when she A Winter's Night. The Twa Dogs. To a Louse. Was a skilful mistress of her art.- - Cupid's Whirligig (1607). Then gently scan your brother man, Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human. Address to the Unco Guid. What 's done we partly may compute, But know not what 's resisted. Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Perhaps it may turn out a sang, I waive the quantum o' the sin, Ibid. To a Mountain Daisy. Epistle to a Young Friend. The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order; An atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange And may you better reck the rede,2 O life! thou art a galling load, Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I! Despondency. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Sweet Afton. 1 Compare Young, Night Thoughts, ix. Page 265. If naebody care for me, Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min'? If there's a hole in a' your coats, A chiel 's amang ye takin' notes, 1 hae a Wife o' my Ain. And, faith, he'll prent it. Auld Lang Syne. On Captain Grose's Peregrinations through Scotland. Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever. Now's the day, and now 's the hour, See the front o' battle lour. Ode on Mrs. Oswald. 1 Compare Bickerstaff. Page 354. Sweet Sensibility. Ae Fond Kiss. Ibid. Bonny Lesley. Bannockburi. |