Bent on slaughter, blood, and spoil: I leave the tyrant and the slave ; 3 Wildly here, without control, She plants the forest, pours the flood; ELEGY ON THE LATE MISS BURNET OF MONBODDO. 1 LIFE ne'er exulted in so rich a prize 2 Thy form and mind, sweet maid, can I forget? In thee, high Heaven above was truest shown, 3 In vain ye flaunt in summer's pride, ye groves; 4 Ye heathy wastes immix'd with reedy fens ; Ye mossy streams, with sedge and rushes stored; Ye rugged cliffs, o'erhanging dreary glens, To you I fly, ye with my soul accord! 5 Princes, whose cumbrous pride was all their worth, 6 We saw thee shine in youth and beauty's pride, And virtue's light, that beams beyond the spheres; But like the sun eclipsed at morning tide, Thou left'st us darkling in a world of tears. 7 The parent's heart that nestled fond in thee, That heart how sunk, a prey to grief and care! So deck'd the woodbine sweet yon aged tree; So from it ravish'd, leaves it bleak and bare. FAIR ELIZA, A GAELIC AIR. 1 TURN again, thou fair Eliza, Ae kind blink before we part! Rue on thy despairing lover! Canst thou break his faithfu' heart? Turn again, thou fair Eliza ; If to love thy heart denies, 2 Thee, dear maid, hae I offended! Canst thou wreck his peace for ever, Wha for thine wad gladly die? 3 Not the bee upon the blossom, All beneath the simmer moon: Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture OH, LUVE WILL VENTURE IN. TUNE- The Posie.' 1 Он, luve will venture in where it daur na weel be seen, Oh, luve will venture in where wisdom ance has been; But I will down yon river rove, amang the wood sae green And a' to pu' a posie to my ain dear May. 2 The primrose I will pu,' the firstling o' the year, And I will pu' the pink, the emblem o' my dear, For she's the pink o' womankind, and blooms without a peer And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May. 3. I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view, For it's like a balmy kiss o' her sweet bonnie mou'; The hyacinth's for constancy, wi' its unchanging blue— And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May. 4 The lily it is pure, and the lily it is fair, 5 The hawthorn I will pu', wi' its locks o' siller gray, 6 The woodbine I will pu' when the e'enin' star is near, 7 I'll tie the posie round wi' the silken band o' luve, And I'll place it in her breast, and I'll swear by a' above, That to my latest draught o' life the band shall ne'er remove And this will be a posie to my ain dear May. THE BANKS O' DOON. TUNE- Caledonian Hunt's Delight.' Thou 'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird, Departed-never to return. 2 Oft hae I roved by bonnie Doon, And ilka bird sang o' its luve, SIC A WIFE AS WILLIE HAD. 1 WILLIE WASTLE dwalt on Tweed, The spot they ca'd it Linkumdoddie; Could stown a clue wi' ony bodie; I wad na gie a button for her. 2 She has an e'e-she has but ane, Her nose and chin they threaten ither. 3 She's bow-hough'd, she's heinshinn'd, Ae limpin' leg a hand-breed shorter; 4 Auld baudrons by the ingle sits, An' wi' her loof her face a-washin': |