Address of Beelzebub - by
To the Right Honorable The Earl of Breadalbane, President of the Right Honorable and Honorable the
/ Highland Society, which met…
18th century poems
Epistle to Davie, a Brother Poet - by
While winds frae off Ben-Lomond blaw,
/ And bar the doors wi’ driving snaw,
/ And hing us owre the ingle,
/ I set me down,…
The Laird o’ Cockpen - by
The laird o’ Cockpen, he’s proud an’ he’s great,
/ His mind is ta’en up wi’ the things o’ the…
Up in the Morning Early - by
Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,
/ The drift is driving sairly;
/ Sae loud and shrill’s I hear…
Horace, Ode XI. Lib. I - by
Ne’er fash your thumb what gods decree
/ To be the weird o’ you or me,
/ Nor deal in cantrip’s kittle cunning
/ To spier…
Braid Claith - by
Ye wha are fain to hae your name
/ Wrote in the bonny book of fame,
/ Let merit nae pretension claim
/ …
from Auld Reikie - by
… Now morn, with bonny purpie-smiles,
/ Kisses the air-cock o’ St Giles;
/ Rakin their een, the servant lasses
/ Early begin their lies and…
To a Louse, On Seeing one on a Lady’s Bonnet at Church - by
Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlan ferlie!
/ Your impudence protects you sairly:
/ I canna say but ye strunt rarely,
/ Owre gawze and lace;
/ Tho’…
Tam o’ Shanter - by
Of Brownyis and of Bogillis full is this buke.
/ — Gawin Douglas
/
/ When chapman billies leave the street,
/ And drouthy neebors, neebors…
Scots Wha Hae, or, Robert Bruce’s Address to His Troops at Bannockburn - by
Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled,
/ Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
/ Welcome to your gory bed,—
/ Or to victorie.—
/
/ Now ’s the day,…
Poor Mailie’s Elegy - by
Lament in rhyme, lament in prose,
/ Wi’ saut tears trickling down your nose;
/ Our Bardie’s fate is as a close
/ Past a’ remead!
/ The…
Mary Morison - by
O Mary, at thy window be,
/ It is the wish’d, the trysted hour;
/ Those smiles and glances let me see,
/ That make the…