HORACE, ODE XI. LIB. I. IV. A sad-ey'd mourner at his tomb, Thou, Friendship! pay thy rites divine, And echo thro' the midnight gloom HORACE, ODE XI. LIB. I. NE'ER fash your thumb what gods decree To be the weird o' you or me. Nor deal in cantrip's kittle cunning To spier how fast your days are running; But patient lippen for the best, Nor be in dowy thought opprest, Whether we see mair winters come Than this that spits wi' canker'd foam. THE AUTHOR'S LIFE. Now moisten weel your geyzen'd wa's ་་་་་ THE AUTHOR'S LIFE. My life is like the flowing stream That glides where summer's beauties teem, Meets all the riches of the gale That on its watry bosom sail, And wanders 'midst Elysian groves Thro' all the haunts that fancy loves. May I when drooping days decline, And 'gainst those genial streams combine, The winter's sad decay forsake, And centre in my parent lake. SONG. SINCE brightest beauty soon must fade, That in life's spring so long has roll'd, Ye virgins, seize the fleeting hour, EPIGRAM On a Lawyer's desiring one of the Tribe to look with respect to a Gibbet. THE Lawyers may revere that tree Where thieves so oft have strung, Since, by the Law's most wise decree, ON THE AUTHOR'S INTENTION OF GOING TO SEA. FORTUNE and BOB, e'er since his birth, Could never yet agree; She fairly kick'd him from the earth, EPIGRAM Written Extempore, at the desire of a gentleman who was rather ill-favoured, but who had a beautiful Family of Children. SC-TT and his children emblems are Of real good and evil; His children are like cherubims, But Scott is like the devil. THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES. An Elegy on the untimely Death of a Scots Poet. BY MR JOHN TAIT. Quis desiderio sit pudor, aut modus HOR. DARK was the night, and silence reign'd o'er all; No mirthful sounds urg'd on the ling'ring hour The sheeted ghost stalk'd thro' the stately hall; And ev'ry breast confess'd chill Horror's power. Slumb'ring I lay: I mus'd on human hopes: "Vain, vain," I cried, " are all the hopes we |