.....

Now Winter pours his terrors o'er the plain . . . . . .57 Now, when the thunder of dread war is o'er.....219 Oh! soft and sweet the evening sun..

..145

Oh! lay me by yon peaceful stream.

.395

Oh! where, tell me where, is your Highland

Laddie gone?..

.407

Sacred to thee and friendly love...

..337

The vanquish'd Prince, for safety forc'd to fly.....79

Tho' long by fate's severe decree remov’d.

..247

While on the meadowy banks of Spey....

.139

What adverse fate awaits the tuneful train!.....261

What voice awakes the soul-afflicting theme ? . . .298

Your jealous walls, great Duke, in vain........341 Ye peaceful shades, that guard my dear lov'd home 344

NOTE.-Page 17 immediately follow's p. 10., owing to the circumstance of is being presumed, when the Poems were put to press, that the Title, Contents, Alphabetical Index, &c. would occupy full 16 pages.

INTRODUCTORY VERSES.

Grief's sharpest thorn hard pressing on my breast,
I strive with wakeful melody to cheer

The sullen gloom, sweet Philomel, like thee.

YOUNG.

Gro, artless records of a life obscure,
Memorials dear of loves and friendships past,
Of blameless minds from strife and envy pure ;
Go, scatter'd by Affliction's bitter blast,

And tell the proud, the busy, and the gay,
How rural peace consumes the quiet day.

Oh ye,
whom sad remembrance loves to trace,
Look down complacent from your seats above,
Regard with soft compassion's melting grace,
The simple offering of surviving love :
For, while I fondly think ye hover near,
Your whisper'd melody I seem to hear.

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Ye dear companions in life's thorny way,
Who see your modest virtues here display'd,
Forgive, for well you know the unstudied lay,
Was only meant to soothe the lonely shade.

But, when the rude thorn wounds the songster's breast,
The lengthen'd strains of woe betray her secret nest.

WRITTEN DURING THE AUTHOR'S RECOVERY FROM A

LONG ILLNESS, IN SPRING 1795.

IN FIVE PARTS.

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