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As Tammie gloured, amazed and curious,
A Winter's Night.
Still gentler, sister woman;
Address to the Unco Guid. What 's done we partly may compute,
But know not what's resisted. Ibid.
If there's a hole in a' your coats,
I rede ye tent it;
And, faith, he 'll prent it.
And foolish notion. To a Louse. The best laid schemes o' mice and men
Gang aft a-gley;
For promised joy. To a Mouse. Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate
Full on thy bloom. To a Mountain Daisy. i Compare Young, Night Thoughts, ix. Line 167.
Perhaps it may turn out a sang,
Epistle to a Young Friend.
The hazard of concealing;
And petrifies the feeling !
To haud the wretch in order ;
Let that aye be your border. Ibid.
Ibid. And may you better reck the rede,
Than ever did th' adviser! Ibid. In durance vile here must I wake and weep, And all my frowzy couch in sorrow steep.”
Epistle from Esopus to Maria.
The Twa Dogs.
Ode on Mrs. Oswald. 1 Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 3. ? Durance vile. — W. Kenrick (1766), Falstaff's Wedding, i. 2; Burke, The Present Discontents.
O Life! how pleasant in thy morning,
We frisk away,
To joy and play.
Epistle to James Smith, O life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road,
To wretches such as I! Despondency.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to min' ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' lang syne? Auld Lang Syne. Misled by fancy's meteor-ray,
By passion driven ;
Was light from heaven. The Vision.
Ibid. Now's the day, and now's the hour, See the front o' battle lour. Bannockburn. Liberty 's in every blow! Let us do or die.
Ibid. Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn.
Man was made to mourn. 1 See Proverbial Expressions.
Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, 0; Her 'prentice han' she tried on man, And then she made the lasses, O11
Green grow the Rashes.
Death and Dr. Hornbook.
Is there for Honest Poverty.
A marquis, duke, and a' that;
Guid faith, he maunna fa' that. Ibid.
Song Ae Fond Kiss.
Ibid. Man was made when Nature was But an apprentice, but woman when she Was a skilful mistress of her art.
Cupid's Whirligig. 1607. ? I weigh the man, not his title; 't is not the king's stamp can make the metal better. - Wycherley, The Plaindealer, Act i. Sc. I.
3 Of the king's creation you may be ; but he who makes a Count ne'er made a man. - Southerne, Sir Anthony Love, Act ii. Sc. I.
To see her is to love her,
That's newly sprung in June,
Song. A Red, Red Rose.
Here's a health to them that's awa.
'T is sweeter for thee despairing,
Jessy. Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new.
The Cotter's Saturday Night. Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the
evening gale. He wales a portion with judicious care; And “Let us worship God!” he says, with solemn air.
Ibid. From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur
springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, “An honest man 's the noblest work of God.”