Of home-news or foreign, No murders or rapes worth the naming. Our friends, the Reviewers, In a fabric complete, I'll boldly pronounce they are none, sir; My goose-quill too rude is Bestow'd on your servant, the Poet; Like a beam of the sun, And then all the world, sir, should know it! Lines to John M'Murdo, Esq. of Drumlanrig.1 Sent with some of the Author's Poems. O COULD I give thee India's wealth, Because thy joy in both would be To share them with a friend. But golden sands did never grace Then take what gold could never buy- 1 One of the local gentry, CALEDONIA Rhyming Reply to a Note from DEAR SIR, at ony time or tide, Though 'twere wi' royal Geordie: And trowth, your kindness, soon and late, The Lord in Heav'n reward ye! ELLISLAND. R. BURNS. Caledonia-A Ballad." Tune-"Caledonian Hunts' Delight" of Mr Gow. THERE was once a time, but old Time was then young, (Who knows not that brave Caledonia's divine?) From Tweed to the Orcades was her domain, To hunt, or to pasture, or do what she would: Her heav'nly relations there fixèd her reign, And pledg'd her their godheads to warrant it good. A lambkin in peace, but a lion in war, The pride of her kindred, the heroine grew : Her grandsire, old Odin, triumphantly swore,— "Whoe'er shall provoke thee, th' encounter shall rue!” With tillage or pasture at times she would sport, To feed her fair flocks by her green rustling corn; But chiefly the woods were her fav'rite resort, Her darling amusement, the hounds and the horn. • bashful. 1 Written on the back of a rhyming invitation by Mr Riddell. 2 The mathematical figure in the last verse is the most remarkable thing about the ballad. Long quiet she reigned; till thitherward steers They darken'd the air, and they plunder'd the land: The Cameleon-Savage disturb'd her repose, Oft prowling, ensanguin'd the Tweed's silver flood; He learned to fear in his own native wood. The fell Harpy-raven took wing from the north, To wanton in carnage and wallow in gore: As Largs well can witness, and Loncartie tell. Thus bold, independent, unconquer'd, and free, I'll prove it from Euclid as clear as the sun : The upright is Chance, and old Time is the base; But brave Caledonia's the hypothenuse; Then, ergo, she'll match them, and match them always. BEWARE O' BONIE ANN To Miss Cruickshank,1 A very Young Lady. Written on the Blank Leaf of a Book, presented BEAUTEOUS Rosebud, young and gay, Chilly shrink in sleety shower! Never Boreas' hoary path, Never Eurus' pois'nous breath, Nor even Sol too fiercely view May'st thou long, sweet crimson gem, The loveliest form she e'er gave birth. Beware o' Bonie Ann.3 YE gallants bright, I rede you right, 1 A daughter of Mr Cruickshank, the master in the High School. 2 A MS. variant is : Nor Phoebus drink with scorching ray The freshness of thine early day. 8 Miss Ann Masterton, daughter of a writing master. Probably written in Edinburgh, in 1789. Her een sae bright, like stars by night, Youth, Grace, and Love attendant move, In a' their charms, and conquering arms, The captive bands may chain the hands, Ye gallants braw, I rede you a', Ode on the departed Regency Bill.1 Nurse of ten thousand hopes and fears, With groans that make the mountains shake, Where seeds of future being fight, To greet thy Mother-Ancient Night. 1 Fox insisted on a Regency during the insanity of George III. Pitt opposed. The King began to recover in March 1789. |