INDEX TO THE POETRY, In the alphabetical order of the first lines. VOL. II. Page BY yon castle wa' at the close of the day, 199 286 Dear Burns, thou brother of my heart, 145 136 ye skies, 214 106 176 Farewell thou fair day, thou green earth, and Go fetch me a pint o' wine, How does my dear friend, much I languish to hear, 125 199 How wisdom and folly meet, mix, and unite, Like the fair plant that from our touch with- My Mary, dear departed shade! No sculptur'd marble here, nor pompous lay, 180 119 152 35 158 7 251 O that my father had ne'er on me smil'd, 162 270 O! why should old age so much wound us? O, 77 Nelly, Still anxious to secure your partial favor, The parent's heart that nestled fond in thee, 76 252 278 18 Thou whom chance may hither lead, 'Tis this, my friend, that streaks our morning bright, Page 73 87 145 When Nature her great masterpiece design'd, 95 decay, Wow, but your letter made me vauntie! 28 146 279 |