Heaven spare you lang to kiss the breath O' mony flow'ry simmers ! Ο And bless your bonie lasses baith, I'm tald they're loosome kimmers ! And God bless young Dunaskin's laird, The blossom of our gentry! And may he wear an auld man's beard, A credit to his country. To CAPTAIN RIDDEL, GLENRIDDER. (EXTEMPORE LINES ON RETURNING A NEWSPAPER.) Ellisland, Monday Evening. YOUR news and review, Sir, I've read through and through, Sir, With little admiring or blaming: The 1 papers are barren of home-news or foreign, No murders or rapes worth the naming. Our friends the reviewers, those chippers and hewers, Are judges of mortar and stone, Sir; My goose-quill too rude is to tell all your good ness Bestowed on your servant, the Poet; Would to God I had one like a beam of the sun, And then all the world, Sir, should know it! To To TERRAUGHTY,* ON HIS BIRTH-DAY. HEALTH to the Maxwells' vet'ran Chief! Inspir'd, I turn'd Fate's sybil leaf, This natal morn, I see thy life is stuff o' prief, Scarce quite half worn. This day thou metes threescore eleven, And I can tell that bounteous Heaven (The second sight, ye ken, is given To ilka POET) On thee a tack o' seven times seven Will yet bestow it. If envious buckies view wi' sorrow Thy lengthen'd days on this blest morrow, Nine miles an hour, Rake them, like Sodom and Gomorrah, In brunstane stoure * Mr. Maxwell, of Terraughty, near Dumfries. But But for thy friends, and they are mony, Wi' mornings blythe and e'enings funny Bless them and thee! Fareweel, auld birkie! Lord be near ye, If neist faes ay fear ye, For me, shame fa' me, my heart I dinna wear ye While BURNS they ca' me. E E To To A LADY, WITH A PRESENT OF A PAIR OF DRINKING GLASSES. FAIR AIR Empress of the Poet's soul, And Queen of Poetesses; Clarinda, take this little boon, This humble pair of glasses. And fill them high with generous juice, And pledge me in the generous toast- "To those who love us!"-second fill; Lest we love those who love not us!- MISCELLANEOUS |