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Puge Biographical Sketch of the Author .
vii Verses left by the Author, in a room where On the Death of Burns, by Mr. Roscoe
he slept, having lain at the House of a Preface to the First Edition of Burns' Poems
29 published at Kilmarnock
1 The First Psalm Dedication of the Second Edition of the A Prayer under the pressure of violent an. Poems formerly printed, To the Noble
ib. men and Gentlemen of the Caledonian The first six verses of the Ninetieth Psalm ib. Hunt
2 To a mountain Daisy, on turning one down with the Plough, in April, 1786
ib. To Ruin
30 POEMS, CHIEFLY SCOTTISH.
To Miss Mwith Beattie's Poems as a
ib. The Twa Dogs, a Tale 3 Epistle to a young Friend .
ib. Scotch Drink,
On a Scotch Bard, gone to the West Indies 51 The Author's earnest Cry and Prayer to the To a Haggis
ib. Scotch Representatives in the House of A Dedication to Gavin Hamilton, Esq.
ib. To a Louse, on seeing one ona Lady's Bonnet Postscript 6 at Church
ib. The Holy Fair 7 Address to Edinburgh
33 Death and Dr. Hornbook
8 Epistle to J. Lapraik, an old Scottish Bard ib. The Brigs of Ayr, a Poem inscribed to J. To the same
34 B*********, Esq. Ayr
10 To W.S*.***n, Ochiltree, May, 1785 35 The Ordination. 11 Postscript
36 The Calf. To the Rev. Mr
12 Epistle to J. R.
inclosing some Address to the Deil 13 Poems
ib. The Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie ib. John Barleycorn, a Ballad
37 Poor Mailie's Elegy
14 Written in Friars-Carse Hermitage, on NithTo J. Sto ib. Side
40 A Dream
15 Ode, sacred to the memory of Mrs. — of 41 The Vision. 16 Elegy on Capt. Matthew Henderson
ib. Address to the Unco Guid, or the Rigidly The Epitaph
42 Righteous 18 To Robert Graham, Esq. of Fintra
ib. Tam Samson's Elegy 19 Lament for James Earl of Glencairn
45 The Epitaph
20 Lines sent to Sir John Whitefoord of WhiteHalloween ib. foord, Bart. with the foregoing Poem
44 The Auld Farmer's New-Year Morning Tam O'Shanter, a Tale
ib. Salutation to his Auld Mare Maggie
22 On seeing a wounded Hare limp by me, which To a Mouse, on turning her up in her nest a fellow had just shot at
45 with the Plough, November 1785 23 Address to the Shade of Thomson
ib, A Winter Night ib. Epitaph on a celebrated Ruling Elder
ib. Epistle to Davie, a Brother Poet 24 On a Noisy Polemic
46 The Lament, occasioned by the unfortunate On Wee Johnie.
ib. issue of a Friend's Amour 25 For the Author's Father
ib. Despondency, an Ode 26 For R. A. Esq.
ib. Winter, a Dirge. ib. For G. H. Esq.
ib. The Cotter's Saturday Night ib. A Bard's Epitaph
ib. Man was made to Mourn, a. Dirge
28 On the late Captain Grose's Peregrinations A Prayer in the Prospect of Death
ib. through Scotland, collecting the AntiStanzas on the same Occasion. 29 quities of that Kingdom
Page To Miss Cruickshanks, a very young Lady. Poem, addressed to Mr. Mitchell, collector of Written on the blank leaf of a Book, pre
Excise, Dumfries, 1796.
81 sented to her by the Author .
46 Sent to a Gentleman whom he had offended. ib. On reading in a Newspaper the Death of John Poem on Life, Addressed to Col. De Peyster, MʻLeod, Esq. Brother to a young Lady, a
ib. particular Friend of the Author's
Address to the Toch-ach
ib. The Humble Petition of Bruar Water to the
Epitaph on a Friend .
82 Noble Duke of Athole ib. A Grace before Dinner
ib. On scaring some Water Fowl in Loch-Turit . 48 On Sensibility. Addressed to Mrs. Dunlop of Written with a Pencil over the Chimney
ib. piece, in the Parlour of the Inn at Ken.
A Verse. When Death's dark stream I ferry more, Taymouth ib.
83 Written with a Pencil, standing by the Fall Verses written at Selkirk of Fyers, near Loch-Ness ib. Liberty, a Fragment
ib. On the Birth of a Posthumous Child, born in Elegy on the death of Robert Ruisseaux
85 peculiar circumstances of Family Dis- The loyal Native's Verses
ib. tress ib, Burns-Extempore
ib, The Whistle, a Ballad
ib. Second Epistle to Davie
50 To the Rev. John M Math, enclosing a copy Lines on an interview with Lord Daer
51 of Holy Willie's Prayer which he had re On the Death of a Lap-Dog, named Echo 52 quested
ib. Inscription to the Memory of Fergusson ib. To Gavin Hamilton, Esq. Mauchline, recomEpistle to R. Graham, Esq. ib. mending a boy
86 Fragment, inscribed to the Right Hon. C. J. To Mr. M'Adam, of Craigen-Gillan
87 Fox. 53 To Capt. Riddel, Glenriddel
ib. To Dr. Blacklock ib. To Terraughty on his Birth-day
ib. Prologue, spoken at the Theatre, Ellisland, on
To a Lady, with a present of a pair of drink.
ib. Elegy on the late Miss Bumet, of Monboddo . ib
The Vowels, a Tale
it. The Rights of Woman ib.
88 Address, spoken by. Miss Fontenelle, on her
Scots Prologue, for Mr. Sutherland's Benefit . ib. Benefit Night, Dec. 4, 1795, at the Theatre, Extemporaneous Effusion on being appointed Dumfries. 55 to the Excise
ib. Verses to a young Lady with a present of Songs 62 On seeing the beautiful seat of Lord G.
ib. Lines written on a blank leaf of a copy of his
On the same
ib. poems presented to a young Lady
On the same To Robert Graham, Esq. of Fintra, on receiv. To the same, on the Author being threatening a favour 75 ed with his resentment.
ib. Copy of a Poetical Address to Mr. William The Dean of Faculty
ib. Tytler 77 | Extempore in the Court of Session
89 Caledonia ib. Verses to J. Ranken
ib. Poem written to a Gentleman who had sent On hearing that there was falsehood in the him a Newspaper, and offered to continue
Rev. Dr. B's very looks.
ib. it free of expense
tb. On a Schoolmaster in Cleish Parish, Fifeshire ib. Poem on Pastoral Poetry ib. Elegy on the Year 1788, a Sketch
ib. Sketch-New Year's Day.
Verses written under the Portrait of Fergus. Extempore, on the late Mr. William Smellie 79 son the Poet
ib. Poetical inscription for an Altar to Indepen.
The Guidwife of Wauchope-house to Robert dence
96 Sonnet on the Death of Robert Riddel, Esq..
. 100 The Epitaph
The twa Herds Answer to a Mandate sent by the Surveyor of
Epistle from a Taylor to Robert Burns
ib. the Windows, Carriages, &c.
ib. The Answer Impromptu, on Mrs's Birth-day
Letter to John Goudie, Kilmarnock, on the To a young Lady, Miss Jessy -, Dumfries;
publication of his Essays
ib. with Books which the Bard presented her . ib.
Letter to J-S T-GI- nc
ib. Sonnet, written on the 29th of January, 1793,
On the Death of Sir James Hunter Blair the Birth day of the Author, on hearing a
The Jolly Beggars, a Cantata
ib. Thrush sing in a morning walk
ib. Extempore, to Mr. S**e, on refusing to dine with him.
40 ter ib. Adown winding Nith I did wander
Page de fond kiss and then we sever 92 How long and dreary is the night
65 Again rejoicing nature sees
39 How pleasant the banks of the clear-winding A Highland lad my love was born
91 Although my bed were in yon muir 95 Husband, husband, cease your strife
62 Amang the trees where humming bees
I am a bard of no regard an' for ane and twenty, Tam
. 103 Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December 74
I do confess thou art sae fair
91 Anna, thy charms my bosom fire
I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing 90 A rose-bud by my early walk
72 As I cam in by our gate-end
51 As I stood by yon roofless tower
93 As I was a wandering ae morning in Spring - 96 III kiss thee yet, yet
ib. Awa wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms 69
In simmer when the hay was mawn
I once was a maid, though I cannot tell when 104 Behind yon hills where Lugar flows
65 Behold the hour, the boat arrive
38 Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie 91
It was the charming month of May
64 Blithe, blithe and merry was she
70 Blithe hae I been on yon hill 58 Jockey's ta'en the parting kiss
82 Bonnie lassie, will ye go 69 John Anderson muy jo, John
72 Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing
73 But lately seen in gladsome green 64 Ken ye ought o' Captain Grose ?
82 By Allan stream I chanced to rove .
60 By yon castle wa' at the close of the day 54 Lassie wi' the lint-white locks.
Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen 68 Ca' the yowes to the knowes
63 Let me ryke up to dight that tear Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy. 65 Let not woman e'er complain
64 Clarinda, mistress of my soul 71 Long, long the night.
66 Come, let me take thee to my breast 59 Loud blaw the frosty breezes
69 Comin' through the rye, poor body. 85 Louis, what reck I by thee
75 Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair 65 Could aught of song declare my pains 98 Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion
67 Musing on the roaring ocean
70 Deluded swain, the pleasure 61 My bonny lass, I work in brass
105 Does haughty Gaul invasion threat 80 My Chloris, mark how green the groves.
64 Duncan Gray cam here to woo .
56 My father was a farmer upon the Carrick border,
91 Fair the face of orient day 98 | My heart is a breaking, dear Tittie
72 Fairest maid on Devon banks
69 My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not Parewell, thou fair day, thou green earth,
90 and ye skies 54 My heart is sair, I dare na tell .
75 Farewell thou stream that winding flows 65 My lady's gown there's gairs upon't
97 Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong 93 My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form
82 Fate gave the word, the arrow sped.
76 First when Maggie was my care 93 Nae gentle dames though e'er sae fair
80 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green No churchman am I for to rail and to write 40 braes
75 Now bank and brae are claith'd in green 92 Forlorn, my love, no comfort near
68 Now in her green mantle blithe nature arrays 65 From thee, Eliza, I must go 40 Now nature hangs her mantle green
42 Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers.
59 Gane is the day, and mirk's the night 7? Now spring has cloth'd the groves in green 67 Go fetch to me a pint o' wine
Now westlin winds and slaughtering guns 38 Green grow the rashes, O .
98 Had I a cave on some wild distant shore 60 O bonny was yon rosy brier
68 Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie . 57 O cam ye here the fight to shun
78 Here's a bottle and an honest friend 93 Of a' the airts the wind can blaw
71 Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear 69 O gin my love were yon red rose
59 Here's a health to them that's awa
96 O guid ale comes, and guid ale goes Here is the glen, and here the bower 62 O how can I be blithe and glad
92 Her flowing locks, the raven's wing 96 Oh, open the door some pity to show
58 How can my poor heart be glad 62 Oh, wert thou in the cauld blast
80 How cruel are the parents.
67 Oken ye wha Meg o the Mill has gotten 58
Page Olassie, art thou sleepin' yet? .
66 The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill 71 O leave novels, ye Mauchline belles • 98 The lovely lass o' Inverness
75 O leeze me on my spinning wheel
• 73 The small birds rejoice in the green leaves Logan, sweetly didst thou glide
52 O lovely Polly Stewart
97 The smiling spring comes in rejoicing O luve will venture in, where it daur na weel The Thames flows proudly to the sea
72 74 The winter it is past, and the simmer comes O Mary, at thy window be
96 O May, thy morn was ne'er sae sweet
76 Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands O meille thinks my luve of my beauty
67 O mirk, mirk is the midnight hour
57 There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon O my luve's like a red, red rose
56 On a bank of flowers, one summer's day. 99 There's a youth in this city, it were a great On Cessnock banks there lives a lass
90 One night as I did wander
95 There's braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes 57 O, once I lov'd a bonnie lass
There was a bonnie lass, and a bonnie bonnie o Philly, happy be that day 65
97 O poortith cauld, and restless love
56 There was a lad was born at Kyle O raging fortune's withering blast 95 There was a lass and she was fair
59 O saw ye bonnie Lesley 56 There were five carlins in the South
99 O saw ye my dear, my Phely? . • 63 Thickest night o'erhang my dwelling:
69 O stay, sweet warbling wood-lark, stay • 66 Thine am I, my faithful fair
62 O tell na me o'wind and rain ib. Though cruel fate should bid us part
97 O, this is no my ain lassie 67 Thou hast left me ever, Jamie .
61 O Tibbie, I hae seen the day
70 Thou lingering star, with lessening ray . 51 Out over the Forth I look to the north
92 To thee, loved Nith, thy gladsome plains 96 C, wat ye wha's in yon town
76 'True hearted was he, the sad swain of Yarrow 58 0, were Ion Parnassus' hill!
75 wert thou, love, but near me
'Twas even, the dewy fields were green . 50 O wha is she that lo'es me
82 'Twas na her bonnie blue e'e was my ruin 67 wha my babie-clouts will buy?
90 O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad 60 Up in the morning's no for me .
90 0, Willie brew'd a peck o' maut
72 O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar . 97 Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e 94 O why the deuce should I repine
Wee Willie Gray, anu his leather wallet 98
91 Power celestial, whose protection
94 What can a young lassie, what shall a young
73 Raving winds around her blowing 70 When first I came to Stewart Kyle.
95 Robin shure in hairst 97 When Guildford good our pilot stood
37 When o'er the hill the eastern star
55 Sae flaxen were her ringlets
63 When January winds were blawing cauld 100 Scenes of wo and scenes of pleasure
83 When wild war's deadly blast was blawn 58 Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled
61 Where are the joys I hae met in the morning 61 See the smoking bowl before us
Where braving angry winter's storms
70 She's fair and fause that causes my smart 75 Where Cart rins rowin' to the sea
75 She is a winsome wee thing 55 While larks, with little wing
59 Should auld acquaintance be forgot 61 Why, why tell thy lover
68 Sir Wisdom's a fool when he's fou
Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary .
35 Sleep'st thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature. 64 Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed
74 Slow spreads the gloom my soul desires 99 Wilt thou be my dearie ? .
62 Stay my charmer, can you leave me?
69 Streams that glide in orient plains
Ye banks, and braes, and streams around 56 Sweet fa's the eve on Cragie-burn.
66 Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
ib. The bairns gat out wi' an unco shout 98 Ye gallants bright I red you right
90 The Catrine woods were yellow seen 71 Yestreen I had a pint o' wine
94 The day returns, my bosom burns ib, Yon wandering rill, that marks the hill
97 The deil cam fiddling through the town . 94 Yon wild mossy mountains
91 The gloomy night is gathering fast . 39 Young Juckey was the blithest lad
93 The heather was blooming, the meadows were Young Peggie blooms our bonniest lass
95 mawn 94 You're welcome to Despots, Dumouner
ROBERT BURNS was born on the 29th day of Jan- stances, is far inferior to any of his subsequent peruary, 1759, in a small house about two miles from formances. He was at this time " an ungainly, the town of Ayr in Scotland. The family name, awkward boy,” unacquainted with the world, but which the poet modernized into Burns, was origin who occasionally had picked up some notions of ally Burnes or Burness. His father, William, ap- history, literature, and criticism, from the few books pears to have been early inured to poverty and within his reach. These, he informs us, were Sal. hardships, which he bore with pious resignation, mon's and Guthrie's Geographical Grammars, the and endeavoured to alleviate by industry and eco- Spectator, Pope's Works, some plays of Shakspeare, nomy. After various attempts to gain a liveli- Tull and Dickson on Agriculture, the Pantheon hood, he took a lease of seven acres of land, with a
Locke's Essay on the Human Understanding, view of commencing nurseryman and public gar
Stackhouse's History of the Bible, Justice's Bridener; and having built a house upon it with his
tish Gardener's Directory, Boyle's Lectures, Allan own hands (an instance of patient ingenuitv by no
Ramsay's Works, Taylor's Scripture Doctrine of means uncommon among his countrymen in hum-Original Sin, a Select Collection of English Songs, ble life,) he married, December 1757, Agnes and Hervey's Meditations. Of this motley assemBrown. The first fruit of his marriage was Ro- blage, it may readily be supposed, that some would bert, the subject of the present sketch.
be studied, and some read superficially. There is
reason to think, however, that he perused the works In his sixth year, Robert was sent to a school, of the poets with such attention as, assisted by his where he made considerable proficiency in reading naturally vigorous capacity, soon directed his taste, and writing, and where he discovered an inclina- and enabled him to discriminate tenderness and tion for books not very common at so early an age. sublimity from affectation and bombast. About the age of thirteen or fourteen, he was sent to the parish school of Dalrymple, where he in- It appears that from the seventeenth to the twen. creased his acquaintance with English grammar, ty-fourth year of Robert's age, he made no conand gained some knowledge of the French. Latin
siderable iterary improvement. His accessions of was also recommended to him: but he did not knowledge, or opportunities of reading, could not make any great progress in it.
be frequent, but no external circumstances could
prevent the innate peculiarities of his character The far greater part of his time, however, was from displaying themselves. He was distinguished employed on his father's farm, which, in spite of by a vigorous understanding, and an untameable much industry, became so unproductive as to in- spirit. His resentments were quick, and although volve the family in great distress. His father having
not durable, expressed with a volubility of indigna. taken another farm, the speculation was yet more tion which could not but silence and overwhelm fatal, and involved his affairs in complete ruin. He
his humble and illiterate associates; while the oc. died, Feb. 13, 1784, leaving behind him the char-casional effusions of his muse on temporary sub. acter of a good and wise man, and an affectionate ljects, which were handed about in manuscript, father, who under all his misfortunes, struggled to
raised him to a local superiority that seemed the procure his children an excellent education ; and earnest of a more extended fame. His first motive endeavoured, both by precept and example, to form
to compose verses, as has been already noticed, their minds to religion and virtue.
was his early and warm attachment to the fair sex.
His favourites were in the humblest walks of It was between the fifteenth and sixteenth year life; but during his passion, he elevated them to of his age, that Robert, first “committed the sin Lauras and Saccharissas. His attachments, how. of rhyme." Having formed a boyish affection for a female who was his companion in the toils of the ever, were of the purer kind, and his constant
theme the happiness of the married state ; to obfield, he composed a song, which, however extraordinary from one at his age, and in his circum- tain a suitable provision for which, he engaged in
partnership with a flax-dresser, hoping, probably, * This excellent woman is still living in the fa- to attain by degrees the rank of a manufacturer. mily of her son Gilbert. (May, 1813.)
But this speculation was attended with very little