Nor that the treble songsters of the day, Are quite estranged, sad bird of night! from thee; Nor that the thrush deserts the evening spray, When darkness calls thee from thy reverie. From some old tow'r, thy melancholy dome, While the gray walls and desert solitudes Return each note, responsive to the gloom Of ivied coverts and surrounding woods; There hooting; I will list more pleas'd to thee, Or drooping wretch, oppress'd with misery, ON ON SEEING THE BEAUTIFUL SEAT OF LORD G. WHAT dost thou in that mansion fair? Flit G and find Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave, ON THE SAME. No Stewart art thou G The Stewarts all were brave; Besides the Stewarts were but fools, Not one of them a knave. ON THE SAME. BRIGHT ran thy line, O G Thro' many a far-fam'd sire! So ran the far-fam'd Roman way, TO THE SAME, ON THE AUTHOR BEING THREATENED WITH HIS RESENTMENT. SPARE me thy vengeance, G In quiet let me live: I ask no kindness at thy hand, THE THE DEAN OF FACULTY. A NEW BALLAD. Tune-The Dragon of Wantley. DIRE was the hate at old Harlaw, Than 'twixt Hal and Bob for the famous job- This Hal for genius, wit, and lore, And wan his heart's desire; Which shews that heaven can boil the pot, Squire Hal besides had in this case Quite sick of merit's rudeness, Chose one who should owe it all, d'ye see, To their gratis grace and goodness.— As once on Pisgah purg'd was the sight So may be, on this Pisgah height, १ Bob's purblind, mental vision: Nay, Bobby's mouth may be open'd yet 1 EXTEMPORE EXTEMPORE IN THE COURT OF SESSION. Tune,-Gillicrankie. LORD A-TE. He clench'd his pamphlets in his fist, He gaped for 't, he graped for 't, He fand it was awa, man; But what his common sense came short, MR. ER-NE. COLLECTED Harry stood awee, And ey'd the gathering storm, man: The Bench sae wise lift up their eyes, *Tint-lost. VERSES |