CLARINDA, MISTRESS OF MY SOUL CLARINDA, MISTRESS OF MY SOUL CLARINDA, mistress of my soul, To what dark cave of frozen night We part-but by these precious drops, No other light shall guide my steps, She, the fair sun of all her sex, THINE AM I, MY FAITHFUL FAIR THINE am I, my faithful Fair, Thine, my lovely Nancy; To thy bosom lay my heart, There to throb and languish; Take away those rosy lips, Rich with balmy treasure; MY NANIE'S AWA' MY NANIE'S AWA' Now in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays, And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er the braes, While birds warble welcome in ilka green shaw, But to me it's delightless-my Nanie's awa'. The snawdrap and primrose our woodlands adorn, Thou lav'rock that springs frae the dews of the lawn The shepherd to warn o' the gray-breaking dawn, And thou mellow mavis that hails the night-fa'. Give over for pity-my Nanie's awa'. Come Autumn, sae pensive, in yellow and gray, POEM ON SENSIBILITY SENSIBILITY, how charming, Fairest flower, behold the lily Hear the woodlark charm the forest, Telling o'er his little joys; But alas! a prey the surest To each pirate of the skies. Dearly bought the hidden treasure |