To Miss Logan

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Extempore in the Court of Session

Inscription for the Headstone of Fergusson

Epigram at Roslin Inn

Epigram addressed to an Artist

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To Miss Isabella Macleod

Passion's Cry

Verses for a noble Earl's Picture

Prologue for Mr Woods

The Book-worms

On Elphinstone's Translation of Martial

On Johnson's Opinion of Hampden .

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On Wm. Graham, of Mossknowe

Epigram on Maria Riddell

Remorseful Apology

Pinned to Mrs Walter Riddell's Carriage

Epitaph for Mr Walter Riddell

Monody on a Lady

On the Death of Robert Riddell

Epitaph on a Noted Coxcomb

On Captain Lascelles

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AN UNCO MOURNFU' TALE

As Mailie, an' her lambs thegither,
Was ae day nibbling on the tether,
Upon her cloot she coost a hitch,
An' owre she warsl'd in the ditch:
There, groaning, dying, she did lie,
When Hughoc he cam doytin by.

Wi' glowrin een, and lifted han's
Poor Hughoc like a statue stan's;
He saw her days were near-hand ended,
But, wae's my heart! he could na mend it!
He gaped wide, but naething spak,
At length poor Mailie silence brak.

"O thou, whase lamentable face
Appears to mourn my woefu' case!
My dying words attentive hear,
An' bear them to my Master dear.

"Tell him, if e'er again he keep As muckle gear as buy a sheep

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Mailie's mis-hap