Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: May a' that wish auld Killie ill, Soon in a halter swing ; May aye her baimies hae their fill, And rowth o' ready ring, To life's last day. ON VISITING THE GRAVE OF HARDIE AND BAIRD, IN STIRLING CHURCHYARD. Ayr At ye streams that wind in sullen pride, Or dash impetuous down the mountain's side; Ye fragrant groves that shade the rifted steep, And wave your tops like dimples of the deep; Ye glittering villas where the god of light Descends in beams insufferably bright; Ye ramparts rude that on the cliffs have hung, When yon far hills, and even time was young. Yon far, far hills that skirt the welkin round, Where slumber morning's lazy mists profound. The shrines of freedom in the days of yore, When Rome's dread eagle sought our rugged shore; Whate'er can yield the glowing heart delight, Or burst in glory on the ravish'd sight. Away! away! and from the stormy north Come direst demons of the tempest forth, And let descend all dreadful on the blast— Remembrance crown'd with horrors of the past. Be dark, ye heavens!—all rayless as despair— Or only brightened by the lightning's glare! Ye awful thunders in your strength awake, Till firm foundations of creation shake; On whirlwinds swift ye patriot shades return, That glorious fell on field of Bannockburn. All marshal round grim bending o'er this tomb, And mutter echoing curses in the gloom ; My soul should have a scene congenial then, To weep—to ponder o'er these murdered men. J. PATERSON'S ATTEMPT TO GET INTO THE TEMPLE or Fame. The modern scribbling kind, who write In wit, and sense, and nature's spite. GOLDIMITH. In that same year that Navarinian Ned Sent Turks to Mahomet, by hundreds home, I saw in vision, slumb'ring on my bed, High on a clif...