O' a' the num'rous human dools, The tricks o' knaves, or fash o' fools, Where'er that place be priests ca' hell, Thou, TOOTH-ACHE, surely bear'st the bell O thou grim mischief-making chiel, That gars the notes of discord squeel, 'Till daft mankind aft dance a reel In gore a shoe-thick ; Gie a' the faes o' SCOTLAND'S weal A towmond's Tooth-Ache! ΤΟ то ROBERT GRAHAM, ESQ. OF FINTRA, ON RECEIVING A FAVOR. I CALL no goddess to inspire my strains, Thou orb of day! thou other paler light! Then roll to me, along your wandering spheres, VOL. III. 2 B EPITAPH EPITAPH ON A FRIEND. An honest man here lies at rest, A GRACE A GRACE BEFORE DINNER. THOU, who kindly dost provide We bless thee, God of Nature wide, And, if it please thee, Heavenly Guide, But whether granted, or denied, Lord bless us with content! ΤΟ MY DEAR AND MUCH HONOURED friend, MRS. DUNLOP, of DUNLOP. ON SENSIBILITY. SENSIBILITY how charming, Thou, my friend, canst truly tell: But distress with horrors arming, Thou hast also known too well! Fairest flower, behold the lily, Hear the wood-lark charm the forest, Telling o'er his little joys: Hapless bird! a prey the surest, To each pirate of the skies. Dearly |