Admiring Nature in her wildest grace, These northern scenes with weary feet I trace; O’er many a winding dale and painful steep, Th’ abodes of covey’d grouse and …
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On seeing some water-fowl in Loch Turit, a Wild Scene among the Hills of Oughtertyre
Why, ye tenants of the lake, For me your wat’ry haunt forsake? Tell me, fellow-creatures, why At my presence thus you fly? Why disturb your social joys, Parent, …
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On the death of Robert Dundas of Arniston, Esq., late Lord President of the Court of Sessions
Lone on the bleaky hills the straying flocks Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks; Down from the rivulets, red with dashing rains, The gathering floods burst …
My lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne’er assails in vain; Embolden’d thus, I beg you’ll hear Your humble slave complain, How saucy Phoebus’ scorching beams, In …
An honest man here lies at rest, The friend of man, the friend of truth, The friend of age, and guide of youth: Few hearts like his, …
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Written on the blank leaf of my first edition, which I presented to an old sweetheart, then married – I was then on the tip-toe for Jamaica
Once fondly lov’d, and still remember’d dear; Sweet early object of my youthful vows! Accept this mark of friendship, warm, sincere, — Friendship! ‘t is all cold duty …
The lamp of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th’ inconstant blast howl’d thro’ the dark’ning air, And hollow whistled in the rocky …
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On reading in a Newspaper the death of John McLeod, Esq., brother to Miss Isabella McLeod, a particular Friend of the Author’s
“Sad thy tale, thou idle page, And rueful thy alarms: Death tears the brother of her love From Isabella’s arms. “Sweetly deckt with pearly dew The morning rose may …
When Guilford good our pilot stood An’ did our hellim thraw, man, Ae night, at tea, began a plea, Within America, man: Then up they gat the maskin-pat, …
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe’er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm! How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, Your loop’d and window’d raggedness, defend you From …