#Scots
Let no presuming impious railer ta… Creative wisdom, as if aught was f… In vain, or not for admirable ends… Shall little haughty ignorance pro… His works unwise, of which the sma…
See where the winding vale its lav… Irriguous, spreads. See, how the… The latent rill, scarce oozing thr… In fair profusion, decks. Long le… Where the breeze blows from yon ex…
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…
In lowly dale, fast by a river’s s… With woody hill o’er hill encompas… A most enchanting wizard did abide… Than whom a fiend more fell is now… It was, I ween, a lovely spot of…
The castle hight of Indolence, And its false luxury; Where for a little time, alas! We lived right jollily. O mortal man, who livest here by t…
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…
The western sun withdrawn the shor… And humid evening, gliding o’er th… In her chill progress, to the grou… The vapours throws.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…
From brightening fields of ether f… Child of the Sun, refulgent Summe… In pride of youth, and felt throug… He comes attended by the sultry H… And ever fanning breezes, on his w…
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…
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…
Now, Chatto, you’re a dreary plac… Pale sorrow broods on ilka face; Therburn has run his race. And now, and now, ah me, alas! The carl lies dead.
Smooth to the shelving brink a cop… Rolls fair and placid: where colle… In one impetuous torrent down the… It thundering shoots, and shakes t… At first, an azure sheet, it rushe…
The hoop, the darling justly of th… Of every generous swain deserves t… It is unmanly to desert the weak, ‘Twould urge a stone, if possible,… To hear stanch hypocrites bawl out…
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 wanton’s charms, however brigh… Are like the false illusive light Whose flattering unauspicious blaz… To precipices oft betrays: But that sweet ray your beauties d…