LIBERTY. A FRAGMENT. [Sent to Mrs. Dunlop in a letter. Burns says of it: "I am just going to trouble your critical patience with the first sketch of a stanza I have been framing as I passed along the road. The subject is Liberty. You know, my honoured friend, how dear the theme is to me. I design it as an irregular ode for General Washington's birthday. After having mentioned the degeneracy of other kingdoms, I come to Scotland thus: "—] THEE, Caledonia, thy wild heaths among, Where is that soul of freedom fled? Beneath the hallowed turf where Wallace lies! Is this the power in freedom's war That arm which, nerved with thundering fate, Braved usurpation's boldest daring! One quenched in darkness, like the sinking star, BRUCE. A FRAGMENT. His royal visage seamed with many a scar, Who led the tyrant-quelling war, Where Bannockburn's ensanguined flood Swelled with mingling hostile blood, Soon Edward's myriads struck with deep dismay, And Scotia's troop of brothers win their way. (Oh, glorious deed to bay a tyrant's band! Oh, heavenly joy to free our native land!) While high their mighty chief poured on the doubling storm. VERSES TO MISS GRAHAM, OF FINTRY, WITH A PRESENT OF SONGS. Written by the Poet on the blank side of the title-page of a copy of Thomson's "Select Scottish Songs." HERE, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives, Or Pity's notes, in luxury of tears, As modest Want the tale of woe reveals; VERSES INTENDED TO BE WRITTEN BELOW A NOBLE EARL'S PICTURE.1 WHOSE is that noble, dauntless brow? And whose that generous, princely mien Stranger, to justly show that brow, And mark that eye of fire, Would take His hand, whose vernal tints Bright as a cloudless summer sun, Among the illustrious Scottish sons "The enclosed stanzas," said the Poet, in a letter to his patron, the Earl of Glencairn, "I intended to write below a picture or profile of your lordship, could I have been so happy as to procure one with anything of a likeness." LINES 1 SENT TO A GENTLEMAN WHOM HE HAD OFFENDED. THE friend whom wild from wisdom's way Mine was th' insensate frenzied part; VERSES ON THE DESTRUCTION OF THE WOODS NEAR DRUMLANRIG.2 As on the banks o' wandering Nith 3 And drank my fill o' fancy's dream, 4 Ye might ha'e seen me in my pride, Threw broad and dark across the pool; 1 Mr. Riddel, at whose table Burns, after drinking too much, had spoken insultingly of royalty, the army, &c. &c. This apology was accepted by his kind host. 2 The Duke of Queensbury cut down these woods to enrich his daughter, the Countess of Yarmouth, by their sale. Since. Sighs. TO CHLORIS. "When glinting through the trees appeared To shiver in the blast its lane." "Alas!" said I, " what ruefu' chance 2 Has twined ye o' your stately trees? Has stripped the cleeding 3 o' your braes? That scatters blight in early spring? "Nae eastlin' blast," the sprite replied; 149 ! TO CHLORIS. "Tis Friendship's pledge, my young, fair friend, Nor with unwilling ear attend The moralizing Muse. Since thou, in all thy youth and charms, Must bid the world adieu, (A world 'gainst peace in constant arms,) Since thy gay morn of life o'ercast, 4 Jean Lorimer, of Craigieburn Wood, near Moffat. 3 Clothing. She married a Mr. Whelpdale, but was separated from him, and was residing at Dumfries when Burns met her. Since life's gay scenes must charm no more, Still nobler wealth hast thou in store- Thine is the self-approving glow, The joys refined of sense and taste, THE VOWELS. A TALE. "I'WAS where the birch and sounding thong are plied, The noisy domicile of pedant pride; Where Ignorance her darkening vapour throws, Upon a time, Sir Abece the great, In all his pedagogic powers elate, His awful chair of state resolves to mount, First entered A, a grave, broad, solemn wight, Reluctant E stalked in; with piteous race That name, that well-worn name, and all his own, Pale he surrenders at the tyrant's throne; The cobwebbed Gothic dome resounded, Y! |