#Scots
My trembling muse your honour does… That it’s a bold attempt most humb… If you’ll encourage her young fagg… She’ll upwards soar and mount Par… If little things with great may be…
’Tis done! dread winter spreads it… And reigns tremendous o’er the con… How dead the vegetable kingdom lie… How dumb the tuneful! Horror wide… His desolate domain. Behold, fond…
By Rufus’ hall, where Thames poll… Provoked, the Genius of the river… And thus exclaimed: 'Have I, ye… Have I for ages laved your fertil… Given herds, and flocks, and villa…
He’s not the happy man, to whom is… A plenteous fortune by indulgent… Whose gilded roofs on shining colu… And painted walls enchant the gaze… Whose table flows with hospitable…
See, Winter comes, to rule the va… Sullen and sad, with all his risin… Vapours, and clouds, and storms.… These! that exalt the soul to sole… And heavenly musing. Welcome, kin…
Tell me, thou soul of her I love, Ah! tell me, whither art thou fled… To what delightful world above, Appointed for the happy dead? Or dost thou, free, at pleasure, r…
AS we rush, as we rush in the Tra… The trees and the houses go whe… But the starry heavens above the p… Come flying on our track. All the beautiful stars of the sky…
The western sun withdrawn the shor… And humid evening, gliding o’er th… In her chill progress, to the grou… The vapours throws. Where creepin… Where marshes stagnate, and where…
He, when young Spring protrudes t… Into his freshened soul; her genia… He full enjoys; and not a beauty b… And not an opening blossom breathe… In summer he, beneath the living s…
E. S. Once a lively image of human natur… Such as God made it When he pronounced every work of h… To the memory of Elizabeth Stanle…
SEE! Winter comes, to rule the v… Vapours, and Clouds, and Storms:… These, that exalt the Soul to sol… And heavenly musing. Welcome kind… Wish’d, wint’ry, Horrors, hail! -…
One day the God of fond desire, On mischief bent, to Damon said, ‘Why not disclose your tender fire… Now own it to the lovely maid?’ The shepherd marked his treacherou…
Our bard, to modern epilogue a foe… Thinks such mean mirth but deadens… Dispels in idle air the moral sigh… And wipes the tender tear from Pi… No more with social warmth the bos…
Go, little book, and find our Fri… Who Nature and the Muses loves, Who cares the public virtues blend With all the softness of the grove… A fitter time thou canst not choos…
Ethereal race, inhabitants of air, Who hymn your god amid the secret… Ye unseen beings, to my harp repai… And raise majestic strains, or mel… Those tender notes, how kindly the…