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To Captain Riddel, Glenriddel

To Mr. Mitchell, Collector of Excise, Dumfries..

To a Gentleman whom he had offended..

To an old Sweetheart, after her marriage with a present of a copy of his

To Miss Logan, with Beattie's Poems, as a New-year's Gift

To a Young Lady, Miss Jessy Lewars, Dumfries, with a present of Books 251

To a Young Lady, with a present of Songs..

To a Young Lady, with a present of a pair of Drinking-glasses

To Miss Cruickshanks, with a present of a Book

To a Lady, whom the Author had often celebrated under the name of

Address to the Unco Guid, or the Rigidly Righteous

The Twa Herds..

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On reading in a Newspaper the Death of John M'Leod, Esq..

Elegy on Captain Matthew Henderson..

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Extempore, written in a Lady's Pocket-Book

On Elphinstone's translation of Martial's Epigrams..

Verses written on the Windows of the Globe Tavern, Dumfries..

Epigram on Captain Grose....

Extempore, in answer to an invitation to spend an hour at a Tavern... 329

Epigram, on his treatment at Inverary.

A verse presented to the Master of a House in the Highlands

The Toast, written on a glass tumbler, and presented to Miss Jessy Le-

Lines written on a pane of glass in the Inn at Moffat.

Lines written under the picture of the celebrated Miss Burns...

Lines presented to Mrs. Kemble

Lines written on a window at the King's Arms Tavern, Dumfries..

Verses written on a window of the Inn at Carron

To Dr. Maxwell..

Epigram on a Henpecked Country Squire

A Toast, on the Anniversary of Rodney's Victory.

Impromptu on Mrs. R's Birth-day.

The Loyal Natives' Verses.

Burns's Reply to the Loyal Natives.

Extemporaneous Effusion on being appointed to the Excise

On seeing the beautiful seat of Lord G-

On the same......

To the same.....

To the same, on the Author being threatened with his resentment

Extempore, in the Court of Session, on Lord A-te and Mr. Er-ne.. 837

On hearing that there was falsehood in the Rev. Dr. B-'s very looks... 837

Extempore, on the late Mr. William Smellie..

Extempore, to Mr. Syme, on refusing to dine with him.

To Mr. S-e, with a present of a dozen of porter.

Lines addressed to Mr. John Rankine

Lines written by Burns while on his death-bed..

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On a person nicknamed the Marquis..

On a Schoolmaster, in Cleish Parish, Fifeshire

For Mr. Gabriel Richardson, Brewer, Dumfries

On a Lap-dog named Echo

MISCELLANEOUS PIECES LATELY COLLECTED.

Willie Chalmers

Epistle to Major Logan.

On the death of Robert Dundas, Esq...

Written in Friars-Carse Hermitage, on the banks of the Nith (from the

original draft).

Epistle to Hugh Parker

To John M'Murdo, Esq.

Written on a Pane of Glass

The Kirk's Alarm (second version).

Epistle to Robert Graham, of Fintray

Address of Beelzebub to the President of the Highland Society.

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Verses written under violent Grief, whilst he contemplated sailing to

The Hermit, written in the wood of Aberfeldy.

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Written on a Pane of Glass on the occasion of a National Thanksgiving

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ALPHABETICAL INDEX TO MISCELLANEOUS POEMS

BY FIRST LINES.

Accept the gift a friend sincere.

Admiring Nature in her wildest grace.

Ae day, as Death, that grusome carl.

Again the silent wheels of time

A guid new year, I wish thee, Maggie!.

A little, upright, pert, tart, tripping wight

All devil as I am, a damned wretch

All hail! inexorable lord!.

Among the heathy hills and ragged woods.

An honest man here lies at rest

As cauld a wind as ever blew...

As father Adam first was fool'd

Ask why God made the gem so small

As Mailie, an' her lambs thegither.

As on the banks o' wandering Nith..

Auld chuckie Reekie's sair distrest.

Auld comrade dear and brither sinner.
A' ye wha live by soups o' drink.......

Beauteous rose-bud, young and gay
Below thir stanes lie Jamie's banes..
Blest be M'Murdo to his latest day!
Bright ran thy line, O G-

But rarely seen since Nature's birth.

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Go, Fame, and canter like a filly.

Grant me, indulgent Heaven, that I may live..

Guid-mornin' to your Majesty!.

Guid speed an' furder to you, Johnie..

Hail, Poesie! thou nymph reserved!

Hail, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie!..

Ha, whare ye gaun, ye crowlin' ferlie?

Has auld K********* seen the Deil?..

Health to the Maxwells' veteran chief

Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots...

Heard ye o' the tree o' France..
He clench'd his pamphlets in his fist
Here Brewer Gabriel's fire's extinct..

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Here Holy Willie's sair worn clay..

Here lies a rose, a budding rose....

Here lies Johnie Pidgeon...

He who of Rankine sang, lies stiff and dead

Honest Will's to Heaven gane....

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Here lies a mock Marquis, whose titles were shamm'd..

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Here where the Scottish Muse immortal lives

How cold is that bosom which folly once fired.

How wisdom and folly meet, mix, and unite

Humid seal of soft affections..

I am a keeper of the law

I call no goddess to inspire my strains...

I gat your letter, winsome Willie.....

I hold it, sir, my bounden duty.

I lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend.

I'm three times doubly o'er your debtor.

I mind it weel, in early date....

I murder hate by field or flood.

Inhuman man! curse on thy barbarous art

In politics if thou wouldst mix...

Instead of a song, boys, I'll give you a toast
In this strange land, this uncouth clime
In wood and wild, ye warbling throng..
Is there a whim-inspired fool

Kemble, thou cur'st my unbelief.

Kilmarnock wabsters, fidge an' claw..

Kind sir, I've read your paper through

Know thou, O stranger to the fame...

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