INDEX TO THE POETRY. IN THE ALPHABETICAL ORDER OF THE FIRST LINES. VOL. III. Page 213 274 323 208 158 113 157 276 250 63 163 307 300 319 249 205 244 326 A guid New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Among the heathy hills and ragged woods. Page Curs'd be the man, the poorest wretch in life Dear S, the sleest, paukie thief Grant me, indulgent Heaven, that I may live 323 He who of Ranken sang, lies stiff and dead 75 171 329 seen the Deil! 95 306 Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots Here sowter - in death does sleep 244 Here lies J-n B-y honest man 327 Here lies a mock Marquis, whose titles were shamm'd 329 I sing of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth In Mauchline there dwells six proper young belles Is there a whim-inspired fool It was upon a Lammas night Kemble, thou cur'st my unbelief Know thou, O stranger to the fame Kilmarnock Wabsters, fidge an' claw Late crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg 227 My lov'd, my honoured, much respected friend! My canty, witty, rhyming ploughman 276 My bottle is my holy pool. 325 No churchman am I for to rail and to write 214 Now nature hangs her mantle green O Thou dread. Pow'r who reign'st above! 153 129 154 148 O Death had'st thou but spared his life 0 thou whom poetry abhors One Queen Artemisa as old stories tell Once fondly lov'd, and still remember'd dear Orthodox, orthodox, wha believe in John Knox 308 318 292 300 The poor man weeps here G-n sleeps 237 276 210 152 245 42 81 230 135 272 322 The deil cam fiddlin through the town 322 The Devil got notice that grose was a-dying 326 Thou, who thy honour as thy God rever'st Why am I loth to leave this earthly scene! 149 |