TO A FRIEND, WHO PRESSED THE AUTHOR TO MARRY FOR THE SAKE OF A GREAT FORTUNE. In vain, with riches would you try My steadfast heart to move! For no less price than Love! Riches, indeed, may give me power; Whilst joy and peace attend each hour But should the itch of power, or State, I'd cringe at Court, in Senate prate: Since, then, not Wealth's deceitful show Try next, what gen'rous Love can do! SWAINS! I hate the boist'rous Fair; Still the Girl that 's made for me! Let her not boast, like Man, to dare With gentler sports delighted be Nor pert Coquet, nor formal Prude; From Airs, from flights, from Vapours, free; Her well-chose dress, in ev'ry part, Be artful without shewing art; From all fantastic fashions free, She's the Girl that's made for me! Loose flow her locks, without constraint! THE HAPPY HUSBAND. How fresh does the morning appear! My sheep, by their Shepherd forsook, Unless the loved PHOEBE was there! Alas! silly Swain! how I burned! Sure, Passion like mine ne'er appeared! When absent, her absence I mourned; When present, her absence I feared! But now all this folly is o'er, Since PHOEBE to me has proved kind; I sigh and I languish no more, But contentment in everything find. Full joy in her presence I have; But her absence now breaks not my rest! Me her heart, to lock up in my breast. At noon where to taste the fresh streams, INVOCATION TO CLOE. LET other Bards invoke the tuneful Nine, Smile then propitious on my feeble Lays; And make them equal to my CLOE's praise! In that just mean, instruct my verse to flow; Not harshly rough, nor languishingly slow: But graceful easy Numbers let me bring! Graceful and easy as the Nymph I sing! Then when, with envy, future Bards enquire, What powerful charms, such Numbers could inspire? With pride and pleasure shall I own, that you Who made the Lover, made the Poet too! AULD ROBIN GREY. [THE FIRST PART. THE SECOND PART WAS NOT PRINTED UNTIL 1824.] WHEN the sheep are in the fauld, and the ky at hame, And a' the warld to sleep are gane, The waes of my heart fa's in showers frae my eye, When my Gudeman lyes sound by me. Young JEMMY loo'd me well, and he sought me for his Bride; But saving a crown, he had naething beside! To make that crown a pound, my JEMMY gade to sea; And the crown and the pound were baith for me! He had nae been awa' a week but only twa, When my mother she fell sick, and the cow was stoun awa'; My father brake his arm, and my JEMMY at the sea, And auld ROBIN GREY came a courting me. My father coudna work, and my mother coudna spin. I toilèd day and night; but their bread I coudna win ! Auld ROB maintain'd them baith; and, wi' tears in his ee, Said JENNY! for their sakes, O, marry me!' |