"Yet nipping winter's keenest reign "Else, haunted by the fiend despair, AMIDST A ROSY BANK OF FLOWERS.* SONG. AMIDST a rosy bank of flowers, Young Damon mourn'd his forlorn fate; In sighs he spent his languid hours, Gay joy no more shall ease his mind; And left him full of black despair. *The tune to which this is adapted in the Scots Musical Museum, where it also has a place, is "The Highlandman's Lamentation," composed by James Oswald, and published in the third volume of his Caledonian Pocket Companion. His looks, that were as fresh as morn, Turn, fair Amanda! cheer your swain; NO REPOSE CAN I DISCOVER.* SONG. No repose can I discover, Nor find joy without my lover; Can I stay when she's not near me? The charms of grandeur don't decoy me, My crown and sceptre I resign, The shepherd's life shall still be mine. SINCE BRIGHTEST BEAUTY SOON MUST FADE. SINCE brightest beauty soon must fade, And wither in the drooping shade, *In the Museum, as additional words to the tune of "Braw, braw lads of Gala Water." Ye virgins, seize the fleeting hour, CAPE SONG.* Tune-"How happy a state does the miller possess." How happy a state does the Cape-knight possess, What though in Capehall he should goosified spew? From peuking with porter no thirst can ensue, Not so, my dear knights, fares the ignorant ass Who drinks all the evening at burning molass. Now in the Cape closet a table's preparing, Oh what Caller Tippeny then shall be quaff'd, In freedom's gay frolic we shorten the night, * This appears for the first time in any edition of Fergusson's collected poems, not having seen the light of print until recently, when quoted by Dr. Hans Hecht in his introduction to Songs from David Herd's Manuscripts, published by William J. Hay, John Knox's House, Edinburgh. 1904. + London porter. ON NIGHT. Now murky shades surround the pole; 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 watery bosom sail, And wanders 'midst Elysian groves EPIGRAM ON A LAWYER'S DESIRING ONE OF THE TRIBE TO LOOK THE lawyers may revere that tree CHARACTER OF A FRIEND IN AN EPITAPH WHICH HE DESIRED THE AUTHOR TO WRITE. UNDER this turf, to mouldering earth consign'd, EPITAPH ON GENERAL WOLFE.* IN worth exceeding, and in virtue great, * Quebec witnessed the fall of James Wolfe; a young hero, whose name is worthy to be placed in the same rank with those of the Grecian annals; a man of extraordinary acuteness and energy of mind, whose soul was equally superior to pride and suspicion, and who, in his virtues, perhaps in his magnanimity, but especially in the circumstances of his death, closely resembled Epaminondas-John Von Muller. General Wolfe was twice struck as he led on a bayonet charge which decided the day; and when the French were already broken, he received a third bullet, which was fatal, in the heart. He lived just long enough to know that the victory was complete; and the last words of the young conqueror were-"Now, God be praised, I die happy." |