INDEX

To the Poetry, in the Alphabetical Order of the First Lines.

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99

282

39

315
328
402
115
346

ADOWN winding Nitb I did wander,
A Rose-bud by my early walk,
A ope, Lord Gregory thy Door,
An' O for ane and twenty Tam! ..
Ance mair I bail thee, thou gloomy December !
An honest man bere lies at rest,
As down the burn they took their way,
As I stood by yon roofless tower, .
Awa wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms, .
Bebold the hour, the boat arrive ; .
Blythe, blythe and merry was sbe, .
Blythe bae I been on yon bill,
Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing, .
But lately seen in gladsome green, ...
By Allan-stream I chanc'd to rove,'.
Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy? .
Ca’ the yowes to the knowes.
Clarinda, mistress of my soul,
Come let me take thee to my breast, . .
Contented wi' little and cantie wi' mair,

255
111

280

72

314
183

95

206
160
288
102

205
Deluded

Page.

135
385
26

265

66
340

333

.

246
387
311
92

.

359

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Deluded swain, the pleasure,
Does baughty Gaul invasion threat? .
Duncan Gray cam here to woo,
Fairest maid on Devon banks,
Farewell thou stream that winding flows
Fate gave the word, the arrow sped, .
Flow gently sweet Afton among thy green braes
Forlorn, my love, no comfort near, .
Friend of the poet tried and leal, ...
Gane is the day and mirk’s the night,
Had I a cave on some wild distant shore,
Hail Poesie ! thou Nymph reserv'd! .
Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie,
The same altered . . .
Here is the glen, and here the bower, .
Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, .
Here where the Scottish muse immortal lives, .
How can my poor heart be glad, .
How cold is that bosom which folly once fired, .
How cruel are the parents . .
How lang and dreary is the night,
Husband, Husband, cease your strife,
I call no goddess to inspire my strains,
I gaed a waefu' gate, yestreen,
In simmer when the bay was mawn, .
Is there, for bonest poverty, ..
It was the charming month of May, .
Jockey's ta'en the parting kiss, .
John Anderson my jo, John, . .
Keen blaws tbe wind o'er Donocht-head,
Ken ye ought o' Captain Grose ? .
Kind Sir, I've read your paper through

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261
153
156
371
232
178
145

275

188

339

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Lassie wi' the lintwbite locks, . .

192
Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen, 248
Let me wander where I will,

142
Let not woman e'er complain,

179
Long, long the night, .

227
Loud blaw the frosty breezes, .
Louis what reck I by thee, .

337
Mark yonder pomp of costly fasbian,

233
Maxwell, if merit here you crave,

166
Musing on the roaring ocean, .

279
My Chloris, mark bow green the groves,
My curse upon your venom'd stang,

393
My heart is a breaking, dear Tittie,

304
My heart is sair I dare na tell, ..
My bonored Colonel, deep I feel, .

390
My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form,

398
Nae gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair,

377
No more of your guests, be they titled or not, 384
No more, ye warblers of the wood, no more, 370
Now in her green mantle blythe nature arrays
Now simmer blinks on flowery braes,
Now spring bas clad the grove in green,

240
Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers,

103
O bonnie was yon rosy brier .

242
O cam you bere the fight to shun, .

362
O condescend, dear, charming maid

140
Ogin my love were yon red rose, .
O bad the malt thy strength of mind,

384
Oken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten, .

54
O Lassie, art thou sleeping yet .

220
O leeze me on my spinning wheel, .
O leeze me on my wee thing

O Logan

213
270

75

317

22

Page.

74

403

O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide
O Luve will venture in where it daur na weel be seen, 323
O Mary, at thy window be, .

41
O May, thy morn was ne'er so sweet,

341
O mirk, mirk is this midnigbt bour,

38
O meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty,

309
O my luve's like a red, red rose, .

345
O Poortith cauld, and restless love,

29
O Pbilly, happy be that day,

201
O saw ye bonny Lesley,

15
O saw ye my dear, my Phely? .

174
stay, sweet warbling woodlark stay,

226
O tell na me o' wind and rain, .

221
O this is no my ain lassie, .

238
O thou, who kindly dost provide, ·
O Tibbie, 1 bae seen the day,

286
O wat ye wba's in yon town,

342
O wha is she that lo’es me,
O were I on Parnassus' bill! ::

291
O were my love yon lilac fair,
O whistle and I'll come to you my lad,
A Variation in the Chorus, .

237
O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut, .

296
Ob open the door, some pity to sbew,

44
Ob wert thou in the cauld blast, .

381
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw,
Old winter with his frosty beard, .

380
Raving winds around her blowing,
Revered defender of beauteous Stuart,

351
Sae flaxen were her ringlets, .

163
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,

108
Sensibility how charming,

395

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97

293

277

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24

She is a winsome wee thing,

..14
She's fair and fause that causes my smart, . 332
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, . . 123
Sing on sweet thrush, upon thy leafless bough, 383
Sir, as your mandate did request, . . 373
Sleep'st thou, or wak’st thou fairest creature; 181
Slow spreads the gloom my soul desires

329
Stay, my charmer, can you leave me? . 272
Stay my Willie-yet believe me, ..
ve me, . . '.

207
Sweet fa’s the eve on Craigie-burn,

-218
The Catrine woods were yellow seen,

294
The day returns, my bosom burns, . . 289
The friend whom wild from wisdom's way, . . 389
The hunter lo'es the morning sun .
The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the bill, 290
The lovely lass o’ Inverness, . .

339
The smiling spring comes in rejoicing

335
The Thames flows proudly to the sea,

300
Their groves o' sweet myrtle lèt forêżgn lands reckon, 228
There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen,
There's braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes, ..
There was a lass and she was fair, . .
There was once a day, but old Time was then
young, .. .

· 354
They snool me sair, and baud me down,

315
Thickest night o'erbang my dwelling!
Thine am I, my faithful fair, .

138
Thine be the volumes, Jessy fair, .

382
This Day, Time winds th’ exhausted chain

365
Thou of an independent mind, .

369
Thou has left me ever, Jamie; .

119
Thou sweetest minstrel of the grove,

141
'Tis

273