See! Winter comes, to rule the va… Sullen, and sad; with all his risi… Vapours, and Clouds, and Storms:… These, that exalt the Soul to sol… And heavenly musing. Welcome kind…

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…

* Sweet Ravelrig, I ne’er could par… From thee, but wi’ a dowie heart. When I think on the happy days I spent in youth about your braes,

Accept, loved Nymph, this tribute… To tender friendship, love, and yo… But with it take what breathed the… O take to thine the poet’s soul. If Fancy here her power displays,

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…

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 wine of Love is music,    And the feast of Love is so… And when Love sits down to the ba…    Love sits long: Sits long and arises drunken,

GIVE a man a horse he can ride,    Give a man a boat he can sail; And his rank and wealth, his stren…    On sea nor shore shall fail. Give a man a pipe he can smoke,

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! -…

* 1. Fareweel, ye bughts, an’ all yo… An’ fields whare bIoomin’ heather… Nae mair the sportin’ lambs I’ll… Since my true love’s forsaken me.

While secret-leaguing nations frow… Ready to pour the long-expected st… While she, who wont the restless… Britannia, drooping, grows an empt… While on our vitals selfish partie…

’Tis raging noon; and, vertical, t… Darts on the head direct his force… O’er heaven and earth, far as the… Can sweep, a dazzling deluge reign… From pole to pole is undistinguish…

O thou, whose tender serious eyes Expressive speak the mind I love; The gentle azure of the skies, The pensive shadows of the grove; O mix their beauteous beams with m…

When Britain first, at Heaven’s c… Arose from out the azure main; This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this stra… “Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;

Shall the great soul of Newton qu… To mingle with his stars; and ever… Astonish’d into silence, shun the… Of honours due to his illustrious… But what can man?—Even now the so…