The poems and songs of William Hamilton of Bangour collated with the ms. volume of his poems, and containing several pieces hitherto unpublished; with illustrative notes, and an account of the life of the author. By James Paterson |
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HORACE, BOOK I., ODE XXII.
TO R. S.
The man sincere, and pure of ill,
Needs not with shafts his quiver fill,
Nor point the venom'd dart;
O'er him no weapon can prevail,
Clad in the firmest coat of mail,
A brave and honest heart.
Needs not with shafts his quiver fill,
Nor point the venom'd dart;
O'er him no weapon can prevail,
Clad in the firmest coat of mail,
A brave and honest heart.
Secure in innocence he goes,
Through boiling firths and highland snows;
Or if his course he guide
To where the far-fam'd Lomond's waves
Around his islands winding, laves
Buchanan's hilly side.
Through boiling firths and highland snows;
Or if his course he guide
To where the far-fam'd Lomond's waves
Around his islands winding, laves
Buchanan's hilly side.
For in Glendouglas as I stood,
And sung my Erskine to the wood,
Unheeding of my way,
Light of my cares, forsook behind,
And all on Erskine ran my mind,
It chanc'd my steps to stray,
And sung my Erskine to the wood,
Unheeding of my way,
Light of my cares, forsook behind,
And all on Erskine ran my mind,
It chanc'd my steps to stray,
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When lo! forth rushing from behind
A savage wolf, of monstrous kind,
Fierce shook his horrid head;
Unarm'd I stood, and void of fear,
Beheld the monstrous savage near,
And me unarm'd he fled.
A savage wolf, of monstrous kind,
Fierce shook his horrid head;
Unarm'd I stood, and void of fear,
Beheld the monstrous savage near,
And me unarm'd he fled.
A beast of such portentous size,
Such hideous tusks and glaring eyes,
Fierce Daunia never bred;
Nor Juba's land, without control,
Where angry lions darkling howl,
His equal ever fed.
Such hideous tusks and glaring eyes,
Fierce Daunia never bred;
Nor Juba's land, without control,
Where angry lions darkling howl,
His equal ever fed.
Place me where the summer breeze
Does ne'er refresh the weary trees,
All on the gloomy plain;
Which side of earth offended heaven
To the dominion foul has given,
Of clouds and beating rain.
Does ne'er refresh the weary trees,
All on the gloomy plain;
Which side of earth offended heaven
To the dominion foul has given,
Of clouds and beating rain.
Place me beneath the blaze of day,
Near neighbour to the burning ray,
Yet there the maid shall move;
There present to my fancy's eyes,
Sweet smiling Erskine will I prize,
Sweet speaking Erskine love.
Near neighbour to the burning ray,
Yet there the maid shall move;
There present to my fancy's eyes,
Sweet smiling Erskine will I prize,
Sweet speaking Erskine love.
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