INDEX TO THE POETRY,

In the alphabetical order of the first lines.

VOL. II.

Page

BY yon castle wa' at the close of the day,
Clarinda, mistress of my soul,

199

286

Dear Burns, thou brother of my heart,
Fair fa' the honest rustic swain,

145

136

ye skies,

214

106

176

Farewell thou fair day, thou green earth, and

Go fetch me a pint o' wine,

How does my dear friend, much I languish

to hear,

125

199

How wisdom and folly meet, mix, and unite,
I look to the west when I gae to rest,
Inhuman man! curse on thy barb'rous art, 128
In vain would prudence, with decorous sneer, 303
Life ne'er exulted in so rich a prize,

Like the fair plant that from our touch with-
draws,

My Mary, dear departed shade!

No sculptur'd marble here, nor pompous lay,
No song nor dance I bring from yon great city,
Of all the numerous ills that hurt our peace,
O that I had ne'er been married,

180

119

152

35

158

7

251

O that my father had ne'er on me smil'd,
O thou, whom poesy abhors,

162

270

O! why should old age so much wound us? O, 77
Some sing of sweet Molly, some sing of fair

Nelly,

Still anxious to secure your partial favor,
Talk not of love, it gives me pain,

The parent's heart that nestled fond in thee,

76

252

278

18

Thou whom chance may hither lead,

'Tis this, my friend, that streaks our morning

bright,

Page

73

87

145

When Nature her great masterpiece design'd, 95
While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, 233
While soon" the garden's flaunting flowers"

decay,

Wow, but your letter made me vauntie!
Your thought, if love must harbour there,

28

146

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