Voelry. Jon, xtr 



IT' '.vandc!"d hame weary, the night it was dreary ! 

 And thowiefs, he tint his gait deep 'mang the snaw: 

 The howlet was screaming, while Johnny cried, " JVomeh 

 WaM mari-y auld nick if he'd keep them ay bra'." 



VI. 



O the deel's in the lafses ! they gang now sae bra'. 



They'll lie down wi auld men o' four score and twa; 



The halo o 'this marriage, is gowd and a carriage, 



Vl.un r. uvE is' the cauldest blast now that can blaw ! 



Vet doitards be wary, take tent how ye marry j 



Toiing tvit'cs-in their saddles will whip and will ca; 



Oh they'll meet wi' some Johnny, that's youthfu' and bonny, 



And gi ye something, on ilk liaffit to claw. 



GLEANINGS OF ANCIENT POETRT. 



Those who believe that smooth numbers, and a regular recurrence of 

 certain sounds, at stated intervals, constitute the whole of poetry, may 

 pafj over the following poem ; for it will not suit their taste; But 

 such as think that the great end of poetry is to excite strong and vivid 

 ideas, by delicately touching the sj-mpathetic chords of the human 

 mind, may peruse it without fear of being disappointed. They will 

 indeed regret, that a person, whose natural feelings has sujgested some 

 of the tenderest and most unaffected exprefslons that are to be fdund in 

 our language, rtiould have been so very deficient in the general melody 

 of sounds. Ffir poetry never produces its fullest effect, but where the 

 natural impafsioned tones, suggested by those ideas which totally fill 

 the mind at the time, are allowed to be fiilly expanded withifut re- 

 straint. Had it not been for the swelling rotundity of Milton's num- 

 bers, his poems would now have been idoFized like precious relics 

 only by a /af; instead of affording delight to persons of all ranks. 

 Shakesocare, himself, would have been allowed to moulder on the 

 ihelf, were it not for that inimitable talent he pofsefsed of unhmg bold 

 and delicate touches of nature, with that infinitely varied modul.ition of 

 exprefsive tonjs, which every where occur in all his works. 



pr Henry King, the author of this piece, was bifhop of Winchester, a 

 clergyman of distinguifhed talents, and conspicuous piety : He was- 

 korn anno 1591, and died anno 1669. 



THE EXEQU Y. 



Accept thou fhrine of my dead saint 



Instead of dirges this complaint ; 



And for sweet flowres to crown thy hearse, 



Recel%'e a strew of weeping verse 



From thy gricv'd friend, whom thoa mlght'st see 



Quite melted into tears for thee. 



Dear lofs ! since thy untimely fate. 

 My taHc hath been to medit.ile 

 On thee, on thee : thou ar: the book. 

 The iibra.-y whereon I look, 



