Now, when the thunder of dread war is o'er.....219
Oh! soft and sweet the evening sun........
Oh! lay me by yon peaceful stream
Oh! where, tell me where, is your Highland
What sound of woe from yonder grove.........312
When THOMSON's harp, of charming tone..... .339
When WILLY PITT, as he thought fit.........410
VALLESIA, whose illustrious blood...
Yes, even amid these wilds forlorn.
NOTE.-Page 17 immediately follows p. 10., owing
to the circumstance of its being presumed, when the
Poems were put to press, that the Title, Contents,
Alphabetical Index, &c, would occupy full 16 pages.