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A Collection of Several Poems and Verses

Composed upon Various Occasions. By Mr. William Cleland

Cleland, William (1661?-1689)

An ADITION to the Lines of Hollow my Fancie;

A Mock POEM, Upon the EXPEDITION Of the Highland-host:

Upon the Lamentable, yet Gallant Glorious Death, of that singularly Pious, and eminently Faithful Servant, and truely Loyal Subject of the King of Saints, fervently Zealous for the Interest of his Masters Glory, and otherwise universally well accomplished Gentleman Thomas Ker of Hayhope; Who was cruelly murthered in a Rancounter with a Party. commanded by Co-Struthers, near Crockome, a Village upon the English Border.

EFFIGIES CLERICORUM

VERSES made upon the Death of that famous Gospel Minister, Mr. ROBERT M KWAIRD.

Some few Lines composed by him for Divertisement, from Melancholick Thoughts, when traveling abroad.

Some Lines made by him upon the Observation of the Vanity of Worldly Honours, after he had been at several Princes Courts

An Answer to a Letter, from a Souldier Comerad, while in the Camp.

The Popish Party, after the defeat of Monmouth and Argyle: published an Insulting Ballad,

Some few Lines made upon the sight of Printed Papers of Mr. William Houstouns.

Follows Some Verses made by diverse Hands upon Leiutenent Col: William Cleland, after his Death.

An ELEGIE upon the Death of the much Honoured, Leiutenent Colonel WILLIAM CLELAND.

In MEMORY of Leiutenent Colonel WILLIAM CLELAND

ELEGIE Upon the Death of Leiutenent Colonel WILLIAM CLELAND.

An ACROSTICK upon his NAME.

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An Answer to a Letter, from a Souldier Comerad, while in the Camp.

I have Received thy Line, thy Heart
With a thrice sad adiew,
Which so my Marble Breast did smart,
That makes me to avow:
Tho hard it be in Friendship true
And still Resolves to be,
That hates to lose but still Renew
Especially with thee.

Thy Heart of Gold I do append,
To this my Marble Breast,
There to Remain, till Death shall send
It's Breathing to arrest;
Then I'm content that she or he,
That shall the same unloose,
In this succeed to me and thee,
In Heart and Breasts dispose.

But since these Fates thou'rt mind to try;
In Sympathy with thee;
These severall risks, I'm mind to run;
But sure our Company
Would help full sweet and gratefull be;
These leaden showers before,
But let's not blame our Destiny,
But rather hope the more.

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Our meeting, I do not Despair,
But till it chance to come,
No other Musick I will care,
But shot and tuck of Drum.
My feeble Meeter up I'le summ;
No muse I'le more implore,
But rather wish they may sing dumb,
And hear the Cannon Roar,

No Venus smile, no twinkling eyes,
No specious Graceful port,
Which weakly mortals oft surprise,
Shall Lines from me extort.
I'le me demane in such a sort,
That nought but Languid Prose,
My Souls intentions shall Report,
Thrice thrice adiew I close!