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CLVI. To Mrs. R*****. 4th June, 1796. Apo-
logy for not going to the birth-night
CLVII. To Mr. CUNNINGHAM. 7th July, 1796.
verty-anticipation of his death,
CLVIII. To Mrs. BURNS.-Sea-bathing affords
CLIX. To Mrs. DUNLOP. 12th July, 1796.
INDEX TO THE POETRY,
IN THE ALPHABETICAL ORDER OF THE FIRST LINES.
yon Castle wa' at the close of the day,
Dear Burns, thou brother of my heart,
Farewell thou fair day, thou green earth, and
Go fetch to me a pint o' wine,
Inhuman man! curse on thy barb'rous art,
Like the fair plant that from our touch withdraws,
No sculptur'd marble here, nor pompous lay,
O that I had ne'er been married,
O that my father had ne'er on me smil'd,
O, why should old age so much wound us? O,.
Some sing of sweet Mally, some sing of fair Nelly, .
The parent's heart that nestled fond in thee,
The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning,
'Tis this, my friend, that streaks our morning bright,
While soon" the garden's flaunting flowers" decay,
To MR. JOHN MURDOCH,
STAPLES INN BUILDINGS, LONDON.
Lochlee, 15th January, 1783.
As I have an opportunity of sending you a letter, without putting you to that expense which any production of mine would but ill repay, I embrace it with pleasure, to tell you that I have not forgotten, nor ever will forget, many obligations I lie under to your ness and friendship.