Yet an insect’s an insect at most,
Tho’ it crawl on the curl of a Queen!
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The Author’s Only Pet Yowe
As Mailie, an’ her lambs thegither,Was ae day nibbling on the tether,Upon her cloot she coost a hitch,An owre she warsl’d in the ditch:There, groaning, dying, she did lie,When Hughoc he cam doytin by.Wi’ glowrin een, and lifted han’sPoor Hughoc like a statue stan’s;He saw her days were near-hand ended,But, wae’s my heart! he could…
LATE crippl’d of an arm, and now a leg,
Dull, listless, teas’d, dejected, and deprest(Nature is adverse to a cripple’s rest):Will generous Graham list to his Poet’s wail?(It soothes poor Misery, hearkening to her tale)And hear him curse the light he first survey’d,And doubly curse the luckless rhyming trade?Thou, Nature! partial Nature, I arraign;Of thy caprice maternal I complain;The lion and the bull thy…
O A’ ye pious godly flocks,
Wha now will keep you frae the fox,Or worrying tykes?Or wha will tent the waifs an’ crocks,About the dykes?The twa best herds in a’ the wast,The e’er ga’e gospel horn a blastThese five an’ twenty simmers past—Oh, dool to tell!Hae had a bitter black out-castAtween themsel’.O, Moddie, 1 man, an’ wordy Russell, 2How could you…
YON wandering rill that marks the hill,
Slides by a bower, where mony a flowerSheds fragrance on the day, Sir;There Damon lay, with Sylvia gay,To love they thought no crime, Sir,The wild birds sang, the echoes rang,While Damon’s heart beat time, Sir.
FAREWELL, thou stream that winding flows
O mem’ry! spare the cruel thoesWithin my bosom swelling.Condemn’d to drag a hopeless chainAnd yet in secret languish;To feel a fire in every vein,Nor dare disclose my anguish.Love’s veriest wretch, unseen, unknown,I fain my griefs would cover;The bursting sigh, th’ unweeting groan,Betray the hapless lover.I know thou doom’st me to despair,Nor wilt, nor canst relieve…
WHILE briers an’ woodbines budding green,
An’ morning poussie whiddin seen,Inspire my muse,This freedom, in an unknown frien’,I pray excuse.On Fasten-e’en we had a rockin,To ca’ the crack and weave our stockin;And there was muckle fun and jokin,Ye need na doubt;At length we had a hearty yokinAt sang about.There was ae sang, amang the rest,Aboon them a’ it pleas’d me best,That…