| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| When "Friendship, Love, and Truth" abound (fl) |
3-4 |
3 |
| Tho' oft we meet severe distress (fl) |
4 |
3 |
| Stay, sweet enchanter of the grove (fl) |
4-5 |
3 |
| Day is departed and round from the cloud, The (fl) |
5-6 |
3 |
| Careless whistling Lad am I, A (fl) |
6-7 |
3 |
| Broom bloom'd so fresh and fair, The (fl) |
7-8 |
3 |
| With ceaseless care we court our charms (fl) |
8-9 |
7 |
| Ah! where can fly my soul's true love? (fl) |
9-10 |
2 |
| Faint and wearliy the way-worn traveller (fl) |
10 |
2 |
| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The (fl) |
10-11 |
2 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
11 |
3 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
12 |
3 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edingburgh town [sic] (fl) |
13 |
3 |
| Friendship, thou charmer of the mind (fl) |
14 |
5 |
| Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
14-15 |
4 |
| Here around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill [sic] (fl) |
16 |
3 |
| As Cupid in a garden stray'd (fl) |
16-17 |
4 |
| Blithe Sandy is a bonny boy (fl) |
17-18 |
3 |
| Stay, lady---stay for mercy's sake (fl) |
18-19 |
10 |
| How imperfect is expression (fl) |
19-20 |
3 |
| Return enraptur'd hours (fl) |
20-21 |
4 |
| On Richmond Hill there lives a lass (fl) |
21-22 |
3 |
| Say, have you seen my Arabell? (fl) |
22 |
3 |
| How sweet is love when virtue guides (fl) |
23 |
3 |
| Gentle maid of whom I sing, The (fl) |
23-24 |
4 |
| Soft zephyr on thy balmy wing (fl) |
24-25 |
3 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
25-26 |
5 |
| My mam is no more, and my dad's in his grave (fl) |
26 |
3 |
| If pity, sweet maid, ever dwelt in thy breast (fl) |
27 |
4 |
| Moon had clim'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
27-28 |
4 |
| Lowland lads think they are fine, The (fl) |
29 |
4 |
| Ye ling'ring winds that feebly blow (fl) |
29-30 |
5 |
| In the world's crooked paths where I've been (fl) |
31 |
3 |
| Tho' muses ne'er smile by the light of the sun (fl) |
31-32 |
3 |
| By moonlight on the green (fl) |
32-33 |
3 |
| Soft blew the gale near yon bank side (fl) |
33-34 |
3 |
| How sweet in the woodlands (fl) |
34 |
2 |
| Here wanton gales perfume the glade (fl) |
35 |
3 |
| Says Plato, why should man be vain? (fl) |
35-36 |
3 |
| Sun sets at night and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
36-37 |
4 |
| Oh! see that form that faintly gleams (fl) |
37 |
1 |
| As down on Banna's banks I stray'd (fl) |
37-39 |
7 |
| Far remov'd from noise and smoke (fl) |
39-40 |
8 |
| See down Eliza's blushing cheek (fl) |
40-41 |
4 |
| Sun when arising bespangles the dew, The (fl) |
41-42 |
3 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
42-43 |
3 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales (fl) |
43 |
3 |
| What virgin or Shepherd in valley or grove (fl) |
44-45 |
3 |
| Night o'er the world her curtain hung (fl) |
45 |
2 |
| Glist'ning tear that virtue sh[ed], The (fl) |
45-46 |
2 |
| Tell me, babbling echo, why (fl) |
46 |
4 |
| Adieu, a heart, warm, fond adieu (fl) |
47-48 |
5 |
| Mark me, Alford, all the joys (fl) |
48 |
2 |
| For me my fair a wreath has wove (fl) |
49 |
3 |
| When on thy bosom I recline (fl) |
49-50 |
4 |
| Ye tuneful linnets bless my care (fl) |
50 |
2 |
| What beauties does Flora disclose? (fl) |
50-51 |
4 |
| In my pleasant native plains (fl) |
52 |
3 |
| 'Twas in the ev'ning of a wintry day (fl) |
52-53 |
6 |
| Were I oblig'd to beg my bread (fl) |
53-54 |
3 |
| Rebecca was the fairest maid (fl) |
54-55 |
7 |
| O! listen, listen to the voice of love (fl) |
56 |
3 |
| At the close of the day, when the Hamlet is still (fl) |
56-58 |
6 |
| I have a silent sorrow here (fl) |
59 |
4 |
| Dear is my little native vale (fl) |
59-60 |
3 |
| Twins of Latona so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
60-61 |
2 |
| Tuneful lavrocks cheer the grove, The (fl) |
61-62 |
4 |
| Friendship to ev'ry willing mind (fl) |
62-63 |
5 |
| Ma Chere Ami, my charming fair (fl) |
63-64 |
3 |
| Heavy hours are almost past, The (fl) |
64-65 |
6 |
| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
65 |
4 |
| Hence, far from me ye senseless toys (fl) |
65-66 |
4 |
| Moment comes in which we sever, The (fl) |
67 |
3 |
| 'Twas past meridian, half past four (fl) |
67-69 |
6 |
| Prey to tender anguish, A (fl) |
69-70 |
5 |
| On the green sedgy banks of the sweet winding Tay (fl) |
70-71 |
3 |
| O Logie of Buchan, O Logie the Laird (fl) |
71-72 |
4 |
| O Sandy, why leaves thou thy Nelly to mourn? (fl) |
72-73 |
4 |
| In the dead of the night, when with labor oppress'd (fl) |
73-74 |
6 |
| From thee, Eliza, I must, go (fl) |
75 |
2 |
| When stranded on some desart coast (fl) |
75-76 |
4 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
76-77 |
3 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
77-78 |
3 |
| Sweet Nightingale no more complain (fl) |
78 |
2 |
| My heart from my bosom would fly (fl) |
78-79 |
3 |
| From place to place I travers'd long (fl) |
79-80 |
3 |
| Ploughman whistles o'er the furrow, The (fl) |
80-81 |
3 |
| I envy not the proud their wealth (fl) |
81-82 |
5 |
| Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean (fl) |
82-83 |
6 |
| Keen blew the blast, the night unkind (fl) |
83-84 |
3 |
| Tell me, Charlotte, what is love? (fl) |
84 |
2 |
| Conflict's o'er, my love adieu, The (fl) |
84-85 |
2 |
| When Werter fair Charlotte beheld (fl) |
85-86 |
3 |
| I'm a poor little orphan, ah! pity me, pray (fl) |
86-87 |
5 |
| Ye nymphs, who to the throne of love (fl) |
87-88 |
3 |
| Why heaves my troubled breast with sighs (fl) |
88 |
3 |
| Why, O why, almighty passion (fl) |
89 |
3 |
| O gentle be thy slumbers (fl) |
89-90 |
3 |
| Whene'er a comely lass I spy (fl) |
90-91 |
4 |
| Where new mown hay on winding Tay (fl) |
91-92 |
3 |
| Body may in simple way, A (fl) |
93 |
3 |
| Oh! had it been my happy lot (fl) |
93 |
2 |
| My seventeenth year scarce over (fl) |
94-95 |
4 |
| Round love's elysian bowers (fl) |
95-96 |
3 |
| Come, poet, come, thy song rehearse (fl) |
96-97 |
4 |
| Busy, curious, thirsty fly (fl) |
98 |
2 |
| Alexis, how artless a lover! (fl) |
98-99 |
5 |
| Goldfinch swells his little throat, The (fl) |
99 |
3 |
| In a little blue garment, all ragged and torn (fl) |
100-101 |
4 |
| When pensive I thought of my love (fl) |
101 |
2 |
| Cold blew the wind, no gleam of light (fl) |
102-103 |
4 |
| Western sky was purpled o'er, The (fl) |
103 |
3 |