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A lambkin in peace, but a lion in war,
The pride of her kindred, the heroine grew : Her grandsire, old Odin, triumphantly swore,6 Whoe'er shall provoke thee th' encounter
shall rue!” With tillage or pasture at times she would sport, To feed her fair flocks by her green rustling
corn ; But chiefly the woods were her fav’rite resort, Her darling amusement, the hounds and the
Long quiet she reigned; 'till thitherward steers
A flight of bold eagles from Adria's strand* : Repeated, successive, for many long years, They darken’d the air, and they plunder'd the
land: Their pounces were murder, and terror their cry,
They conquer'd and ruind a world beside; She took to her hills, and her arrows let fly,
The daring invaders they fled or they died.
The fell Harpy-raven took wing froin the north, The scourge of the seas and the dread of the
shoret; The wild Scandinavian boar issu'd forth
To wanton in carnage and wallow in gore: O'er countries and kingdoms their fury prevail'd, No arts could appease them, no arms could re
pel; But brave Caledonia in vain they assaild,
As Largs well can witness, and Loncartie tellg.
The Camelon-savage disturb'd her repose,
With tumult, disquiet, rebellion, and strife;
* The Romans, + The Saxons.
The Danes. ♡ Two famous battles, in which the Danes or Norwegians were defeated.
Provok'd beyond bearing, at last she arose,
life*: The Anglian lion, the terror of France, Oft prowling, ensanguin'd the Tweed's silver
flood; But, taught by the bright Caledonian lance,
He learned to fear in his own native wood.
Thus bold, independent, unconquer'd, and free,
Her bright course of glory for ever shall run: For brave Caledonia immortal must be;
I'll prove it from Euclid as clear as the sun : Rectangle-triangle, the figure we'll chuse, The upright is chance, and old time is the
base; But brave Caledonia's the hypothenuse; Then ergo, she'll match them, and match them
The following Poem was written to a gentleman, who had sent him a news-paper, and offers
ed to continue it free of expense.
Kind sir, I've read your paper through,
* The Picts.
+ This. singular figure of poetry, taken from the mathematics, refers to the famous proposition of Pythagoras, the 47th of Euclid.
In a rightangled triangle, th. square of the hypothenuse is always equal to the squares of the two other idesa
Or how the collieshangie works
Ellisland, Monday morning, 1790,
ON PASTORAL POETRY.
Hail, Poesie! thou nymph reserv'd!
'Mang heaps o' clavers ;
And och! o'er aft thy joes hae starv'd,
Mid a'thy favours !
Say, lassie, why thy train amang,
To death or marriage ;
But wi' miscarriage ?
In Homer's craft Jock Milton thrives ;
Even Sappho's flame.
But thee, Theocritus, wha matches >
O' heathen tatters;
That ape their betters.
In this braw age o' wit and lear,
And rural grace ;
A rival place?
Yes! there is ane; a Scottish callan!
A chiel sae clever;
But thou's for ever.
Thou paints auld nature to the nines*,
* To the nines-exactly.
Nae gowden stream thro' myrtles twines,
Her griefs will tell !
In gowany glens thy burnie strays,
Wi' hawthorns gray,
At close o' day.
Thy rural loves are nature's sel;
O’ witching love,
The sternest move,
ON THE BATTLE OF SHERIFF-MUIR,
Between the duke of Argyle and the earl of Mar.
“ O cam ye here the fight to shun,
Or herd the sheep wi' me, man?
And did the battle see, man?”
Wha glaum'd at kingdoms three, man.
The red-coat lads wi' black cockades
To meet them were na slaw, man ;
And mony a bouk did fa', man: