shall sink! Sir Robert, a soldier, no speech would pre- But if thou would flourish immortal in rhyme, tend, But he ne'er turn'd his back on his foe-or his friend, Said, toss down the Whistle, the prize of the field, And knee-deep in claret, he'd die or he'd yield. See Ossian's Carric thura ↑ See Johnson's Tour to the Hebrides. Come-one bottle more-and have at the sublime! "Thy line, that have struggled for Freedom Shall heroes and patriots ever produce: day!" MISCELLANEOUS PIECES OF POETRY, EXTRACTED FROM THE CORRESPONDENCE OF BURNS; SONGS, COMPOSED FOR THE MUSICAL PUBLICATIONS OF MESSRS. THOMSON AND JOHNSON; The fragrant birch and hawthorn hoar, Where is thy blissful place of rest? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? LINES ON AN INTERVIEW WITH LORD DAER. THIS Wot ye all whom it concerns, A ne'er to be forgotten day, I've been at druken writers' feasts, But wi' a Lord-stand out my shin, But oh for Hogarth's magic pow'r. |