But now the cot is bare and cauld, To shiver in the blast its lane." "Alas!" said I, "what ruefu' chance Has stripp'd the cleeding o' your braes? That scatters blight in early spring? THE BOOK-WORMS. Written in a splendidly bound, but worm-eaten copy of Shakspeare, the property of a nobleman. THROUGH and through the inspired leaves, Ye maggots, make your windings; LINES ON STIRLING. Written on a pane of glass, on visiting this ancient seat of Royalty, in 1787. And laws for Scotland's weal ordain'd; THE REPROOF. The lines on Stirling were considered imprudent by one of the Poet's friends, when he immediately wrote the "Reproof" underneath. 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? THE KIRK OF LAMINGTON. As cauld a wind as ever blew, THE LEAGUE AND COVENANT. This was spoken in reply to one who sneered at the sufferings of Scotland for conscience' sake. The Solemn League and Covenant Cost Scotland blood-cost Scotland tears: But it seal'd freedom's sacred cause If thou 'rt a slave, indulge thy sneers. INSCRIPTION ON A GOBLET. THERE's death in the cup-sae beware! The man and his wine's sae bewitching! THE TOAD-EATER. Spoken in reply to one who was talking largely of his noble friends. WHAT of earls with whom you have supt, And of dukes that you dined with yestreen? Lord! a louse, sir, is still but a louse, Though it crawl on the curls of a queen. When on a visit to St. Mary's Isle, the Earl of Selkirk requested Burns to And some wad eat that want it; IMPROMPTU ON WILLIE STEWART. These verses were written on a tumbler which was in the possession of the late Sir Walter Scott. YOU'RE Welcome, Willie Stewart, Come, bumpers high, express your joy, The bowl we maun renew it; The tappit-hen gae bring her ben, To welcome Willie Stewart. May foes be strang, and friends be slack, May woman on him turn her back, WRITTEN ON A PANE OF GLASS, YE hypocrites! are these your pranks?- A GRACE BEFORE MEAT. O THOU, in whom we live and move, And if it please thee, Power above, EPITAPH ON MR. W. CRUICKSHANKS. HONEST Will's to heaven gane, EPITAPH ON W STOP thief! dame Nature cried to Death, ON THE SAME. REST gently, turf, upon his breast, THE END. |