SAPPHO REDIVIVUS

Ev'n the poor support of my wretched life,
Snatched by the violence of legal strife.
Oft grateful for my very daily bread

To those my family's once large bounty fed;
A welcome inmate at their homely fare,

My griefs, my woes, my sighs, my tears they share :
(Their vulgar souls unlike the souls refin'd,
The fashioned marble of the polished mind).

In vain would Prudence, with decorous sneer,
Point out a censuring world, and bid me fear;
Above the world, on wings of Love, I rise-
I know its worst, and can that worst despise;
Let Prudence' direst bodements on me fall,
M[ontgomery, rich reward, o'erpays them all!

Mild zephyrs waft thee to life's farthest shore,
Nor think of me and my distresses more,—
Falsehood accurst! No! still I beg a place,
Still near thy heart some little, little trace:
For that dear trace the world I would resign:
O let me live, and die, and think it mine!

"I burn, I burn, as when thro' ripen'd corn
By driving winds the crackling flames are borne;'
Now raving-wild, I curse that fatal night,
Then bless the hour that charm'd my guilty sight:
In vain the laws their feeble force oppose,

Chain'd at Love's feet, they groan, his vanquish'd foes.
In vain Religion meets my shrinking eye,

I dare not combat, but I turn and fly:

Conscience in vain upbraids th' unhallow'd fire,
Love grasps her scorpions-stifled they expire !
Reason drops headlong from his sacred throne,
Your dear idea reigns, and reigns alone;
Each thought intoxicated homage yields,
And riots wanton in forbidden fields.

LINES ON CAPTAIN RIDDELL

a fool.

By all on high adoring mortals know!
By all the conscious villain fears below!
By your dear self!-the last great oath I swear,
Not life, nor soul, were ever half so dear!1

SHE'S fair and fause that causes my smart,
I lo'ed her meikle and lang;

She's broken her vow, she's broken my heart,
And I may e'en gae hang.

A coofa cam in wi' routh o' gear,b
And I hae tint my dearest dear;
But Woman is but warld's gear,
Sae let the bonie lass gang.

Whae'er ye be that woman love,
To this be never blind;
Nae ferlied 'tis tho' fickle she prove,
A woman has❜t by kind.

O Woman lovely, Woman fair!

An angel form's faun to thy share,
"Twad been o'er meikle to gi'en thee mair-
I mean an angel mind.

Impromptu Lines to Captain Riddell,

On Returning a Newspaper.3

YOUR News and Review, sir,

I've read through and through, sir,
With little admiring or blaming;
The Papers are barren

b plenty of wealth.

Thine and thine only I must live and die.

2 Miss Stewart had not married Mr Cunningham, but another.

3 Mr Riddell used to send Burns the newspapers.

LINES TO JOHN M'MURDO

Of home-news or foreign,

No murders or rapes worth the naming.

Our friends, the Reviewers,
Those chippers and hewers,
Are judges of mortar and stone, sir;
But of meet or unmeet,

In a fabric complete,

I'll boldly pronounce they are none, sir;

My goose-quill too rude is
To tell all your goodness

Bestow'd on your servant, the Poet;

Would to God I had one

Like a beam of the sun,

And then all the world, sir, should know it!

Lines to John M'Murdo, Esq. of Drumlanrig.1

Sent with some of the Author's Poems.

O COULD I give thee India's wealth,
As I this trifle send;
Because thy joy in both would be
To share them with a friend.

But golden sands did never grace

The Heliconian stream;

Then take what gold could never buy-
An honest bard's esteem.

1 One of the local gentry.

CALEDONIA

Rhyming Reply to a Note from
Captain Riddell.1

DEAR SIR, at ony time or tide,
I'd rather sit wi' you than ride,

Though 'twere wi' royal Geordie:

And trowth, your kindness, soon and late,
Aft gars me to mysel' look blate"

The Lord in Heav'n reward ye!

R. BURNS.

ELLISLAND.

Caledonia—A Ballad.

Tune—“ Caledonian Hunts' Delight” of Mr Gow.

THERE was once a time, but old Time was then young,
That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line,
From some of your northern deities sprung,

(Who knows not that brave Caledonia's divine?)

From Tweed to the Orcades was her domain,

To hunt, or to pasture, or do what she would:

Her heav'nly relations there fixèd her reign,

And pledg'd her their godheads to warrant it good.

A lambkin in peace, but a lion in war,

The pride of her kindred, the heroine grew: Her grandsire, old Odin, triumphantly swore,

"Whoe'er shall provoke thee, th' encounter shall rue!" With tillage or pasture at times she would sport, To feed her fair flocks by her green rustling corn; But chiefly the woods were her fav'rite resort, Her darling amusement, the hounds and the horn.

⚫ bashful.

1 Written on the back of a rhyming invitation by Mr Riddell.

The mathematical figure in the

last verse is the most remarkable thing about the ballad.

CALEDONIA

Long quiet she reigned; till thitherward steers
A flight of bold eagles from Adria's strand:
Repeated, successive, for many long years,

They darken'd the air, and they plunder'd the land :
Their pounces were murder, and terror their cry,
They'd conquer'd and ruin'd a world beside;
She took to her hills, and her arrows let fly,
The daring invaders they fled or they died.

The Cameleon-Savage disturb'd her repose,
With tumult, disquiet, rebellion, and strife;
Provok'd beyond bearing, at last she arose,
And robb'd him at once of his hopes and his life:
The Anglian lion, the terror of France,

Oft prowling, ensanguin'd the Tweed's silver flood;
But, taught by the bright Caledonian lance,

He learned to fear in his own native wood.

The fell Harpy-raven took wing from the north,
The scourge of the seas, and the dread of the shore;
The wild Scandinavian boar issued forth

To wanton in carnage and wallow in gore:
O'er countries and kingdoms their fury prevail'd,
No arts could appease them, no arms could repel;
But brave Caledonia in vain they assail'd,

As Largs well can witness, and Loncartie tell.

Thus bold, independent, unconquer'd, and free,
Her bright course of glory for ever shall run:
For brave Caledonia immortal must be;

I'll prove it from Euclid as clear as the sun:
Rectangle-triangle, the figure we'll chuse :

The upright is Chance, and old Time is the base;

But brave Caledonia's the hypothenuse;

Then, ergo, she'll match them, and match them always.