#Scots
These, as they change, Almighty F… Are but the varied God. The rolli… Is full of thee. Forth in the ple… Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness… Wide flush the fields; the softeni…
The lovely young Lavinia once had… And fortune smiled deceitful on he… For, in her helpless years deprive… Of every stay, save innocence and… She, with her widow’d mother, feeb…
The dreadful hour with leaden pace… Lashed fiercely on by unrelenting… When Lisy and her bosom Cat must… For now to school and pensive need… She’s banished from her childhood’…
When last we parted, thou wert you… How beautiful let fond remembrance… Alas! since then old time has stol… Full thirty years, leaving my temp… So has it perished like a thing of…
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…
* 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,
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…
When my breast labours with oppres… And o’er my cheek descends the fal… While all my warring passions are… Oh! let me listen to the words of… Raptures deep-felt his doctrine di…
Come, gentle God of soft desire, Come and possess my happy breast, Not fury-like in flames and fire, Or frantic folly’s wildness dresse… But come in friendship’s angel-gui…
The western sun withdrawn the shor… And humid evening, gliding o’er th… In her chill progress, to the grou… The vapours throws.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…
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…
Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mil… And from the bosom of yon dropping… While music wakes around, veil’d i… Of shadowing roses, on our plains… O Hertford, fitted or to shine in…
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…
Sweet, sleeky Doctor! dear pacifi… Lay at the beef, and suck the vita… Still let the involving smoke arou… And broad-looked dulness settle in… Ah! soft in down these dainty limb…
Come, gentle Venus! and assuage A warring world, a bleeding age. For nature lives beneath thy ray, The wintry tempests haste away, A lucid calm invests the sea,