The lovely toy so fiercely sought
Hath lost its charm by being caught,
For every touch that woo'd its stay
Hath brush'd its brightest hues away,
Till charm, and hue, and beauty gone
'Tis left to fly or fall alone.

BYRON.

Vitam inquietam, ac mille gravem malis. Sectamur acres dulcia: quæ simul

Prensaris, amisere formam;

Suasor enim digitus morarum

Sensim colores proterit aureos ;
Donec recessit forma, color, venus:
Te deinde securo, volarint

Seu jaceant viduata campo.

GLENIFFER.

KEEN blaws the wind o'er the braes o' Gleniffer, The auld castle turrets are cover'd wi' snaw, How changed frae the time when I met wi' my lover, Amang the broom bushes by Stanley green shaw. The wild flowers o' simmer were spread a' sae bonnie, The mavis sang sweet frae the green birken tree; But far to the camp they ha'e march'd my dear

Johnnie,

And now it is winter wi' nature and me.

Then ilk thing around us was blythesome and cheerie,

Then ilk thing around us was bonnie and braw; Now naething is heard but the wind whistling drearie,

And naething is seen but the wide-spreading snaw.

"Versa loci facies."

RADIT Aricinæ vallis latus acriter aura,
Nix grave longævis turribus hæret onus:
Non erat illa loci facies, ubi tecta genista
Ad lucum viridem fabar, Amate veni.
Injussas jucunda rosas ibi pandidit æstas;
Cantanti merulæ betula tegmen erat:
Nunc ad castra meus procul exsulat actus Amyntas:
Nunc eadem terris et mihi venit hiems.

Plurima lætitiæ tunc undique risit imago,
Cuique erat in gremio vis, et in ore nitor:
Nunc nihil audieris nisi mæsti sibila venti,
Nunc nihil aspicias hinc nisi et inde nivem.

The trees are a' bare, and the birds mute and dowie,

They shake the cauld drift frae their wings as they flee;

And chirp out their plaints, seeming wae for my Johnnie;