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The works of Allan Ramsay

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Ramsay, Allan (1686-1758)

VOL. I.—(Poems: 1721)

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[dedication]

COMMENDATORY POEMS.

THE Morning Interview.

ELEGY ON MAGGY JOHNSTON , who died Anno 1711.

ELEGY ON JOHN COWPER Kirk-Treasurer's Man , ANNO 1714.

ELEGY ON Lucky Wood in the Canongate, May 1717.

Lucky Spence's last Advice.

TARTANA,

SCOTS SONGS.

EDINBURGH'S ADDRESS TO THE COUNTRY.

Written beneath the Historical Print of the wonderful Preservation of Mr. David Bruce, and others his School-fellows,

CHRIST'S KIRK ON THE GREEN,

THE SCRIBLERS LASH'D.

CONTENT.

RICHY and SANDY ,

An Explanation of Richy and Sandy, by Josiah Burchet, Esq;

TO Mr. ALLAN RAMSAY, ON HIS Richy and Sandy. By Mr. BURCHET

To JOSIAH BURCHET, Esq

FAMILIAR EPISTLES BETWEEN Lieutenant William Hamilton and Allan Ramsay.

PATIE and ROGER:

EDINBURGH'S SALUTATION

WEALTH, or the WOODY.

The Prospect of Plenty:

SCOTS SONGS.

THE RISE and FALL OF STOCKS, 1720.

PATIE and PEGIE:

PROLOGUE. Spoke by one of the young Gentlemen, who, for their Improvement and Diversion, acted The Orphan, and Cheats of Scapin, the last Night of the year 1719.

The Life and Acts of, or An ELEGY on PATIE BIRNIE

CUPID thrown into the South-Sea.

THE SATYR'S COMICK PROJECT For recovering A young Bankrupt Stock-jobber.

TO THE MUSICK CLUB.

Wine and Musick, an ODE.

ON The Great Eclipse OF THE SUN,

The Gentleman's Qualifications, as debated by some of the Fellows of the Easy Club , April 1715.

On WIT.

ON FRIENDSHIP.

KEITHA:

To the Right Honourable, The Town-Council of EDINBURGH , THE ADDRESS of Allan Ramsay .

Inscription on the Gold Tea-pot, gain'd by Sir James Cunningham of Milncraig, Bart.

Inscription engraven on the Piece of Plate, which was a Punch-Bowl and Ladle, given by the Captains of the Train'd-Bands of Edinburgh, and gain'd by Captain Ch. Crockat's Swallow.

TO THE Whin-Bush Club , THE BILL Of ALLAN RAMSAY.

AN EPISTLE TO Mr. JAMES ARBUCKLE of Belfast , A. M.

To the Right Honourable, WILLIAM Earl of Dalhousie .

Horace to Virgil, on his taking a Voyage to Athens.

An ODE to Mr. F---.

To the Ph--- an ODE.

To Mr. William Aikman.

Spoken to three young Ladies, who would have me to determine which of them was the bonniest.

TO Sir William Bennet Of Grubbet, Bart.

An EPISTLE to a Friend at Florence, in his Way to Rome.

The beautiful Rose Tree enclosed.

To R--- H--- B---, an ODE.

Clyde's Welcome TO HIS PRINCE.

On the most Honourable The Marquess of BOWMONT's Cutting off his Hair.

TO SOME YOUNG LADIES

To Mr. Joseph Mitchel on the successful Representation of a Tragedy wrote by him.

Colin and Grisy parting.

Spoken to two young Ladies who asked if I could say any thing on them: One excell'd in a beautiful Complection, the other in fine Eyes.

The Mill, Mill,—O.

The Poet's Wish:

THE CONCLUSION.

II.

VOL. II.—(Poems: 1728)

III.

VOL. III.—(Poems: Miscellaneous and Uncollected)

IV.

VOL. IV.—(Poems not hitherto collected: Poems attributed to Ramsay)

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TO SOME YOUNG LADIES

Who had been displeas'd at a Gentleman's too imprudently asserting, That to be condemn'd to perpetual Virginity was the greatest Punishment could be inflicted on any of their Sex.

Whether condemn'd to a Virgin State
By the superiour Powers,
Would to your Sex prove cruel Fate,
I'm sure it would to ours.

From you the numerous Nations spring,
Your Breasts our Beings save,
Your Beauties make the youthful sing,
And sooth the old and grave.

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Alas! How soon would every Wight
Despise both Wit and Arms,
To primitive old Chaos Night
We'd sink without your Charms.

No more our Breath would be our Care,
Were Love from us exil'd,
Sent back to Heaven with all the Fair,
This World would turn a Wild.

Regardless of these sacred Tyes,
Wife, Husband, Father, Son,
All Government we would despise,
And like wild Tygers run.

Then, Ladies, pardon the Mistake,
And with th'accus'd agree,
I beg it for each Lover's sake,
Low bended on my Knee.

And frankly wish what has been said
By the audacious Youth,
Might be your Thought, but I'm afraid
It will not prove a Truth.

For often, ah! you make us groan
By your too cold Disdain,
Then quarrel with us when we moan
And rave amidst our Pain.