The trout in yonder wimpling burn - That glides, a silver dart, - And, safe beneath the shady thorn, - Defies the anglers art..

O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent.

Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe..

The wisest man the warl' e'er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O..

While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of empires and the fall of kings; While quacks of State must each produce his plan, And even c….

God knows, I'm not the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be, But twenty times I rather would be An atheist clean, Than under gospel ….

Why has a religious turn of mind always a tendency to narrow and harden the heart?.

I'll be merry and free, I'll be sad for nae-body; If nae-body cares for me, I'll care for nae-body..

Once upon a Lammas Night When corn rigs are bonny, Beneath the Moon's unclouded light, I held awhile to Annie... The time went by with careless ….

Oh would some power the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us!.

Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate, That fate is thine--no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crushed ….

But facts are chiels that winna ding, An' downa be disputed..

Beauty's of a fading nature. Has a season and is gone!.

My heart 's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart 's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer..

In durance vile 1here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep..

The voice of Nature loudly cries,And many a message from the skies,That something in us never dies..

Morality, thou deadly bane, Thy tens o' thousands thou hast slain! Vain is his hope, whose stay an' trust is In moral mercy, truth, and justice!.

Apropos, is not the Scotch phrase 'Auld Lang Syne' exceedingly expressive? I shall give you the verses on the other sheet. The words of 'Auld Lang Sy….

But of all Nonsense, Religious Nonsense is the most nonsensical; so enough, & more than enough of it - Only, by the bye, will you, or can you tell me….

Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o'daisies white Out o'er the grassy lea..

For gold the merchant ploughs the main, The farmer ploughs the manor..