Forbye, he'll shape you aff, fu' gleg, The cut of Adam's philibeg; The knife that nicket Abel's craig, He'll prove you fully, It was a faulding jocteleg, Or lang-kail gullie.— But wad ye see him in his glee, Guid fellows wi' him; And port, O port! shine thou a wee, And then ye'll see him! Now, by the pow'rs o' verse and prose! Thou art a dainty chield, O Grose!Whae'er o' thee shall ill suppose, They sair misca' thee; I'd take the rascal by the nose, Wad say, Shame fa' thee! ΤΟ ΤΟ MISS CRUIKSHANKS, A VERY YOUNG LADY. Written on the blank leaf of a book, presented to her by the Author. BEAUTEOUS rose-bud, young and Blooming on thy early May, Never may'st thou, lovely flow'r, Chilly shrink in sleety show'r! Never Boreas' hoary path, Never Eurus' pois'nous breath, Never, never reptile thief Riot on thy virgin leaf! Nor even Sol too fiercely view Thy bosom blushing still with dew! gay, Mayst Mayst thou long, sweet crimson gem, Till some ev'ning, sober, calm, The loveliest form she e'er gave birth. SONG. SONG. ANNA, thy charms my bosom fire, Yet in thy presence, lovely Fair, ON ON READING IN A NEWSPAPER, The Death of JOHN M'LEOD, Esq. Brother to a young Lady, a particular friend of the Author's. And rueful thy alarms: Death tears the brother of her love From Isabella's arms. Sweetly deckt with pearly dew, The morning rose may blow; But cold successive noontide blasts May lay its beauties low. |