#Scots
The north-east spends his rage; he… Within his iron cave, th’ effusive… Warms the wide air, and o’er the v… Breathes the big clouds with verna… At first a dusky wreath they seem…
Bold is the man! who, in this nice… Presumes to tread the chaste corre… Now, with gay tinsel arts, we can… Conceal the want of Nature’s ster… Our spells are vanish’d, broke our…
Oh! knew he but his happiness, of… The happiest he, who, far from pub… Deep in the vale, with a choice fe… Drinks the pure pleasures of the r… What though the dome be wanting, w…
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,
Come, dear Amanda, quit the town, And to the rural hamlets fly; Behold! the wintry storms are gone… A gentle radiance glads the sky. The birds awake, the flowers appea…
In one diffusive band, They drive the troubled flocks, by… Compell’d to where the mazy-runnin… Forms a deep pool; this bank abrup… And that fair-spreading in a pebbl…
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…
Waked by his warmer ray, the repti… Came wing’d abroad; by the light a… Lighter, and full of soul. From e… And secret corner, where they slep… The wintry storms; or rising from…
When now no more th’ alternate twi… And Cancer reddens with the solar… Short is the doubtful empire of th… And soon, observant of approaching… The meek-eyed Morn appears, mothe…
Madam, the flower that I received… Ere I came home, had lost its lov… As flowers deprived of the genial… Its sprightly bloom did wither and… Dear, fading flower, I know full…
O nightingale, best poet of the gr… That plaintive strain can ne’er be… Blessed in the full possession of… O lend that strain, sweet Nighing… ’Tis mine, alas! to mourn a wretch…
As thus the snows arise; and foul… All winter drives along the darken… In his own loose-revolving fields,… Disaster’d stands; sees other hill… Of unknown joyless brow; and other…
Among the changing months, May st… The sweetest, and in fairest colou… Soft as the breeze that fans the s… Sweet as the breath that opening r… Fair as the colour lavish Nature…
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…
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…