LINES WRITTEN ON A PANE OF GLASS, ON THE OCCASION OF A NATIONAL THANKSGIVING FOR A YE hypocrites! are these your pranks, LINES ON STIRLING. WRITTEN ON A WINDOW IN WINGATE'S INN THERE. HERE Stuarts once in glory reign'd, A race outlandish fills their throne An idiot race, to honour lost : Who know them best, despise them most. Burns, who was then a zealous Jacobite, being reproved by a friend for the above lines, replied, "I shall reprove myself;" and immediately wrote the following lines on the same pane :— THE REPROOF. RASH mortal, and slanderous poet, thy name Shall no longer appear in the records of fame; Dost not know that old Mansfield, who writes like the Bible, Says the more 'tis a truth, sir, the more 'tis a libel? REPLY TO A CLERGYMAN, WHO WROTE A POETICAL PHILIPPIC AGAINST THE LIKE Æsop's lion, Burns says, 'Sore I feel LINES WRITTEN ON A WINDOW, AT THE KING'S ARMS TAVERN, DUMFRIES. YE men of wit and wealth, why all this sneering LINES WRITTEN AND PRESENTED TO MRS KEMBLE, ON SEEING HER IN THE CHARACTER OF YARICO, DUMFRIES THEATRE, 1794. KEMBLE, thou cur❜st my unbelief Of Moses and his rod; At Yarico's sweet notes of grief, LINES WRITTEN EXTEMPORE IN A LADY'S POCKET-BOOK. GRANT me, indulgent Heaven! that I may live LINES WRITTEN BY BURNS WHILE ON HIS DEATH-BED, TO JOHN RANKINE, AYRSHIRE, AND FORWARDED TO HIM HE who of Rankine sang lies stiff and dead, THE BOOK-WORMS. THROUGH and through the inspirèd leaves, THE SOLEMN LEAGUE AND COVENANT. THE Solemn League and Covenant Cost Scotland blood-cost Scotland tears; But it seal'd freedom's sacred cause- THE TRUE LOYAL NATIVES.1 YE true Loyal Natives,' attend to my song; But where is your shield from the darts of contempt? 1 'Loyal Natives:' a club in Dumfries, one of whose members sent an abusive epigram to Burns, who replied in the above impromptu. VERSES ADDRESSED TO J. RANKINE, ON HIS WRITING TO THE POET THAT A GIRL IN THAT PART OF THE COUNTRY WAS WITH CHILD BY HIM. 1 I AM a keeper of the law In some sma' points, although not a'; Ae way or ither, The breaking of ae point, though sma', Breaks a' thegither. 2 I hae been in for't ance or twice, And winna say o'er far for thrice, Yet never met with that surprise That broke my rest, But now a rumour's like to rise, A whaup 's i' the nest. ON ROBERT RIDDEL, ESQ. To Riddel, much lamented man, This ivied cot revere. INSCRIPTION ON A GOBLET BELONGING TO MR SYME. THERE's death in the cup-sae beware! The man and his wine's sae bewitching! EPIGRAMS. 1 WHOE'ER he be that sojourns here, The Lord their God, his Grace. 2 There's naething here but Highland pride, If Providence has sent me here, ON ANDREW TURNER. In se'enteen hundred forty-nine ON A HENPECKED COUNTRY SQUIRE. 1 0 Death, hadst thou but spared his life 2 E'en as he is, cauld in his graff, Thou 'se get the saul to boot. This was written at Inverary, on an imaginary slight at the inn, by the indignant poet. |