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 volume of his poems, and containing several pieces hitherto unpublished; with illustrative notes, and an account of the life of the author.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 XXXII., IMITATED.
TO HIS LYRE.
If e'er with thee we fool'd away,
Vacant beneath the shade, a day,
Still kind to our desire,
A Scottish song we now implore,
To live this year and some few more;
Come, then, my Scottish lyre.
Vacant beneath the shade, a day,
Still kind to our desire,
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To live this year and some few more;
Come, then, my Scottish lyre.
First strung by Stuart's cunning hand,
Who rul'd fair Scotia's happy land,
A long and wide domain;
Who bold in war, yet whither he
Reliev'd his wave-beat ship from sea,
Or camp'd upon the plain.
Who rul'd fair Scotia's happy land,
A long and wide domain;
Who bold in war, yet whither he
Reliev'd his wave-beat ship from sea,
Or camp'd upon the plain.
The joys of wine, and muses young,
Soft Beauty and her page he sung,
That still to her adheres;
Margaret, author of his sighs,
Adorn'd with comely coal-black eyes,
And comely coal-black hairs.
Soft Beauty and her page he sung,
That still to her adheres;
Margaret, author of his sighs,
Adorn'd with comely coal-black eyes,
And comely coal-black hairs.
O thou, the grace of song and love,
Exalted to the feasts above,
The feast's supreme delight;
Sweet balm, to heal our cares below,
Gracious on me thy aid bestow,
If thee I seek aright.
Exalted to the feasts above,
The feast's supreme delight;
Sweet balm, to heal our cares below,
Gracious on me thy aid bestow,
If thee I seek aright.
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