MISCELLANEOUS PIECES OF POETRY, EXTRACTED FROM THE CORRESPONDENCE OF BURNS; SONGS, COMPOSED FOR THE MUSICAL PUBLICATIONS OF MESSRS. THOMSON AND JOHNSON; Eternity will not efface, Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace; Ah! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning, green; The fragrant birch and hawthorn hoar, Twin d amorous round the raptured scene. The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west, Proclaimed the speed of winged day. Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care! Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear My Mary dear departed shade! Where is thy blissful place of rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? LINES ON AN INTERVIEW WITH LORD DAER. THIS Wot ye all whom it concerns, A ne'er to be forgotten day, I've been at druken writers' feasts, I've even join'd the honour'd jorum, But wi' a Lord-stand out my shin, But oh for Hogarth's magic pow'r. And how he star'd and stammer'd, |