VERSES TO MISS GRAHAM OF FINTRY, WITH A PRESENT OF SONGS. HERE, where the Scottish muse immortal lives, So may no ruffian-feeling in thy breast, Or pity's notes, in luxury of tears, As modest want the tale of wo reveals : A VERSE COMPOSED AND REPEATED BY BURNS, TO THE MASTER OF THE HOUSE ON TAKING LEAVE AT A PLACE IN THE HIGHLANDS, WHERE HE HAD BEEN HOSPITABLY ENTERTAINED. WHEN death's dark stream I ferry o'er, A time that surely shall come; Than just a Highland welcome. ON SEEING THE BEAUTIFUL SEAT OF LORD GALLOWAY. WHAT dost thou in that mansion fair? Flit, Galloway, and find Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave, The picture of thy mind! ON THE SAME. No Stewart art thou Galloway, ON THE SAME. BRIGHT ran thy line, O Galloway, TO THE SAME, ON THE AUTHOR BEING THREATENED WITH HIS RESENTMENT. SPARE me thy vengeance, Galloway, In quiet let me live : I ask no kindness at thy hand, For thou hast none to give. VERSES WRITTEN UNDER THE PORTRAIT OF FERGUSSON, THE POET, IN A COPY OF THAT AUTHOR'S WORKS PRESENTED TO A YOUNG LADY IN EDINBURGH, MARCH 19th, 1787. CURSE on ungrateful man, that can be pleas'd, VERSES WRITTEN ON A WINDOW OF THE INN AT CARRON. We cam' na here to view your warks, But only, lest we gang to hell, *This apostrophe to Fergusson bears a striking affinity to one in the epistle to Mr Simpson. O Fergusson! thy glorious parts Ill suited law's dry musty arts! My curse upon your whunstane hearts, Ye E'nbrugh gentry! The tythe o' what ye waste at Cartes Wad stow'd his pantry! This was written before Burns visited the Scottish capital. Even without a poet's susceptibility we may feel how this prophetic parallel of Fergusson's case with his own must have pressed on the memory of our bard, when he paid this second tribute of affection to his elder brother in misfortune. M. But whan we tirled at your door, Your porter dought na hear us; Sae may, should we to hell's yetts come, VERSES WRITTEN ON THE BLANK LEAF OF A COPY OF HIS POEMS, PRESENTED TO AN OLD SWEETHEART, THEN MARRIED. ONCE fondly lov'd, and still remember'd dear, And when you read the simple artless rhymes, Or haply lies beneath th' Atlantic roar. * Burns, it would appear, had gone to Carron on a Sunday, and given in an assumed name for permission to see the Works. The following lines, in answer to the foregoing, were written by Mr Benson, one of the clerks there. If you came here to see our works, Than to give a fictitious name, Six days a week to you and all The other, if you go to church, M. VERSES ADDRESSED TO THE LANDLADY OF THE INN AT ROSLIN. My blessings on you, sonsy wife ; I ne'er was here before ; You've gi'en us walth for horn and knife, Nae heart could wish for more. Heaven keep you free frae care and strife, Till far ayont fourscore; And while I toddle on thro' life, I'll ne'er gang by your door. ADDRESSED TO A GENTLEMAN AT TABLE WHO KEPT BOASTING OF THE COMPANY HE KEPT. WHAT of lords with whom you have supp❜d, Tho' it crawl on the locks of a queen. LINES WRITTEN UNDER THE PORTRAIT OF THE CELEBRATED MISS BURNS. CEASE, ye prudes, your envious railing; Lovely Burns has charms-confess! Had a woman ever less?* The Miss Burns of these lines was more notorious than reputable in Edinburgh at the period when Burns first visited that city.-M. |