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Now Phoebus chears the crystal streams,
And glads the azure skies ;
That fast in durance lies.
Now laverocks wake the merry morn,
Aloft on dewy wing ;
Makes woodland echoes ring;
Sings drowsy day to rest :
Wi' care nor thrall oppreft.
Now blooms the lily by the bank,
The primrose down the brae;
And milk-white is the flae :
The meaneft hind in fair Scotland
May rove their sweets amang;
But I, the Queen of a’ Scotland,
Maun lie in prison ftrang.
I was the Queen o' bonnie France,
(!!! Fu’lightly rase I in the morn,
: And never ending care.
() But as for thee, thou false woman, My sister and my fae,
ir in Grim vengeance, yet, shall wheț a sword
con That thro' thy foul shall gae
Was never known to thee;
My fon! my fon! may kinder stars
Upon thy fortune shine: And
may those pleasures gild thy reign, That ne'er wad blink on mine! God keep thee frae thy mother's faes,
Or turn their hearts to thee : And where thou meet’ft thy mother's friend,
Remember him for me!
0! soon, to me, may summer-funs
Nae mair light up the morn! Nae mair, to me, the autumn winds
Wave o'er the yellow corn! And in the narrow house o death
Let winter round me rave; And the next flow'rs, that deck the spring,
Bloom on my peaceful grave.
R***** G***** OF F*****, Esq.
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg,
And hear him curse the light he first survey'd And doubly curse the luckless rhyming trade.
Thou, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The lion and the bull thy care have found, One shakes the forests, and one spurns the
ground: Thou giv'st the ass his hide, the snail his shell, Th’ envenom'd wasp, victorious, guards his
cell. Thy minions, kings defend, controul, devour. In all th' omnipotence of rule and power.Foxes and statesmen, subtile wiles ensure; The cit and polecat stink, and are secure. Toads with their poison, doctors with their
drug, The priest and hedgehog in their robes, are snug.