How many, and of various natures, Are on this globe the crowd of creatures! In Mexiconian forests fly Thousands that never wing'd our sky; For whilk he bears the name of taunter; 1721. TARTANA; OR, THE PLAID. YE Caledonian beauties! who have long Phoebus and his imaginary nine With me have loft the title of divine; Or you who, on the banks of gentle Tay, I fing the plaid, and fing with all my skill; Great is the subject, vaft th' exalted theme, The plaid's antiquity comes first in view, To make e'en things of little worth excel; O, firft of garbs! garment of happy fate! So long employ'd, of fuch an antique date; Look |