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Tha'ages and years unheeded have rün,
No pillar bears Wallace's name,
His glory and worth in the song,
While the strains were echoed along?
O Scotia, and sung of his might,
And rushed with his soul to the fight.
And often and gladly the old rev'rend sage
To the wond'ring striplings would tell, How valiant he fought, how deadly his rage,
When round him the base Southrons fell; And aye as they hear their young bosoms burn,
And their hearts exultingly bound,
Nor pillar, nor monument found.
For a column majestic shall rise; Proudly pre-eminent look o'er the plain,
its head to the skies; While tow'zing aloft, its tall stately form
A place of distinction commands; Around it in vain may gather the storm
Like him to whose mem'ry it stands,
The youth's fond attention arrest,
Shall swell uncontroul'd in his breast :
Of Wallace and his warlike band,
Gave freedom and peace to our land.
Scotia, when despot insulted thy laws,
No power came thy freedom to save,
And led on thy handful of brave.
Thy glory, and stood as thy shield
The shock of thy foes in the field.
And spread devastation and gloom
The Patriot appeared like a bright guiding star,
Thy desolate hills to illume;
Dread omens of tyranny's sway,
And instantly vanish away.
And dared the invaders oppose,
He routedhe vanquish'd our foes;
And the son shall learn from his sire
That still the young bosom inspire,
When bursting sad slavery's chains,
And angrily swells in our veins;
As sons of those heroes we pay,
When bloody and bleak was the day.
'And honour to his memory,
That make us so happy and free;
Shall tell of the deeds of his fame,
And honour thy Wallace's name.
A GAELIC PROPHECY.
Free to pass the harmless joke.
And the tube sedately smoke: * Seven years before that awful day,
Free to drink just what they please When time shall be no more,
As at home and at their ease; A watery deluge shall o'ersweep
Free to speak an free to think Hibernia's mossy shore.
No tale-bearer with me drink; The green-clad Isia too shall sink,
Free to stay a night or so ;
When uneasy-free to go.
LINES IN A WATCH CASE.
and moonshine, by hook or by Not urgʻa’by passions, nor delay'd by spleen;
crook, With bowers and flowers, and many a But true to nature's regulating pow's brook ;
By virtuous acts distinguish'd every hour. Fairy regions, which never were dreamt Then health and joy would follow as they of by Cook;
ought, Rosy lips, rosy curls too, and tresses which The laws of motion, and the laws of shook
thought By the amorous breezes, enchantingly look: Sweet health to pass the present moments With bright eyes which glance into every
And ever lasting joy, when time shall be Speaking language which might even puzzle Horn Tooke,
THE HAPPY MAN. If Purley his spirit from Plato could hook: In short, you can't guess what you'll find How blest the man (if such a man there in the book
be) Which Tom Moore has written, and call'd From malice, envy, and ill-nature free! Lalla Rookh!
Whose heart ne'er swells with passion,
nor with pride, A RHAPSODY.
Who feels his follies, and his friend's would
hide; As I walk'd by myself, I said to myself, And myself said again to me;
To heaven's high will in ev'ry state resign'd Look to thyself, take care of thyself,
The turns of fortune bears with equal
mind; For nobody cares for thee:
Who lives with death forever in his eye, Then I said to myself, and thus answer'd myself,
And learns in life that mighty task-to die. With the self same rapartee,
EPITAPH ON A MISER. Look to thyself, or look not to thyself, 'Tis the self same thing to me.
Reader! survey this monumental pile,
Nor drop a tear of pity all the while;
It rose enjoin'd by will, at mighty cost; Dły heart still hovering round about you,
For dead by it the Miser nothing lost. I thought I could not live without you:
He died a victim at the shrine of pelf; Now we have liv'd three months asunder, He died because he never lov'd himself; How I liv'd with you is the wonder. He died a great revenge inspir'd the whira,
Mankind he hated, mankind hated him: INSCRIPTION FOR A LETTER CASE. He died; tate ne'er șike him could debt Swift messengers ! no farther move,
forgive; But with me be content to stay :
He died because he knew not how to live.
Giving the reason why Women are with,
out beards. For on the tablet of my heart I'll fondly trace each lasting line. How wisely Nature, ordering all below,
Forbade a beard on woman's chin to grow; INSCRIPTION FOR A GENTLEMAN'SFor how could she be shav'd, whate'er the CHIMNEY-PIECE.
skin, To my best, my friends are free;
Whose tongue would never let her chin
be still, Free with that and free with me;
Essays, Letters, Tales, &c.
57 Kenspeckle, Matthew, Letter II. on the
101 Street Music of Glasgow, &c. 1249
Letter III. on the Ladies of
194 Newspapers, Strictures on the incorrectness
Origin of; in England and
231 Periodical Publications, on the advantages
309 Portfolio, 29, 72, 116, 156, 196, 136, 280, 321
on a Melancholy Event, 229
110 Remarks on the subjects of A. Ettleweel's
By Saunders Simple, ,
298 Standard of Rights, against
lowering the 300
139 Scrapiana Poetica, 208, 248, 288 330
289 Scots, Remarks on the Nationality of
Answer to Vetus by Forceps, 183
Observations on the Letters of
115 Mungo Morris and Forceps, by Vetus, 215
155 University of Glasgow, on the; Humanity
Moral Philosophy Class, 176
Natural Philosophy Class, 320
on Mots, 73, 199 Cromwell, Bon Mot of 325
236 Brave Irish soldier, a 117 Character, a singular 19/
156 Clergyman's three wives, 73
282 Caution, a
280 Newspapers, cross readings Shebbeare, Dr. and Pad.
198 Sign-boards; singular 237
31 Spanish Poet, a
72 Terror, mutual
76 Time, on
236 Poet and Pope Clement; 196 Title Page, Moderh 324
158 Trade; how to get
72 | Puns,
117 Quaker's Letter, a 117 Watchman, the accomodato
199 Weeping Image; 74
324 Wise man. &
72 Wit, Irish
118 Waterloo Medal, value of 324
l'il ne'er forget yon bonny Glen; 123
282 Where yonder woods are waving
163 Wallacc's Tower
242 on the prospect of leaving the coun.
35 try for Glasgow College,
39 Picture of Man's life;
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