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Metrical Effusions

or Verses on Various Occasions [by Bernard Barton]

Barton, Bernard (1784-1849)

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Dedicatory Sonnet.

THE PAINS OF MEMORY.

A POETICAL EPISTLE TO A--- L---

SONNET. TO------ ------

TO MY LYRE.

TO W.ROSCOE, ESQ

THE CALEDONIAN ADIEU.

THE SMILE OF HER I LOVE.

WEEL TIMED DAFFIN.

TO JULIA.

A WINTER PIECE

STANZAS ON PERUSING Psyche, A POEM, BY THE LATE MRS. TIGHE.

RESPONSE TO THE THREE VALEDICTORY STANZAS SUBJOINED TO The Lady of the Lake.

SONNET TO G.D.L---,

THE EXILE'S RETURN.

JANE ASHFORD, A TALE IN HUMBLE LIFE.

TO THE EVENING STAR.

TO MARIA.

STANZAS ADDRESSED TO AN INFANT.

STANZAS ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE ABOLITION OF THE SLAVE TRADE.

THE HARMONY OF THE CREATION.

TO MARIA ON THE APPROACH OF SPRING.

TO PATRIOTISM, AN ODE.

STANZAS

THE BUTTERFLY'S DEATH.

RETROSPECTIVE STANZAS.

PRINCE HOEL'S SONG, FROM Southey's Mador.

DOVE DALE.

STANZAS ON WOMAN.

STANZAS IN ANSWER TO THE PRECEDING.

TO WALTER SCOTT, ESQ. ON READING HIS Lady of the Lake.

VALEDICTORY STANZAS.

VERSES ON READING HAYLEY'S LIFE OF COWPER.

CALEDONIE.

THE THISTLE, ADDRESS'D TO THE AUTHOUR OF CALEDONIE, By a Scotch Lady.

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WEEL TIMED DAFFIN.

ADDRESSED TO The Earl of Dalkeith.

Let Dunces grave of Zeno's School
Wisely pretend to live by rule;
We'll steal an hour to play the fool
In weel tim'd daffin.

Whate'er sententious greybeards say,
T' enjoy is often to obey:
And we'll our grateful tribute pay
In weel tim'd daffin.

Let rising tempests howl around,
Our mirth shall echo to the sound,
And evening's social hours be crown'd
Wi' weel tim'd daffin.

Enough of care we all shall find
To overcloud the brightest mind;
And wreck the soul that's not inclin'd
To weel tim'd daffin.

Ye venal slaves wha haunt a court,
Ambition's victims! folly's sport!
Your only comfort lies in Port
And weel tim'd daffin!

Ye rueful swains, who idly rove
By purling stream, or myrtle grove;
Take respite from the frowns of love
In weel tim'd daffin.

Ye sordid miscreants! who spare
The gold you count; your lavish heir
Shall purchase soon an ample share
O' weel tim'd daffin.

For thee, brave Scott! whose toast sae gay
Inspires this random, festive lay;
To thee may many a cloudless day
Bring weel tim'd daffin.

Whether a Highland Whisky gill
Or bright Oporto tempt thy will;
Full many a bumper mayst thou fill
To weel tim'd daffin

When social brithers a are met,
They should na part in Bacchus' debt:
But be na fou, though gaily yet,
Wi' weel tim'd daffin.