- ODE.
- I was thy Neighbour once, thou rugged Pile...
- High in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate...
- A COMPLAINT.
- FORESIGHT.
- Clarkson! it was an obstinate Hill to climb...
- SONNET.
- TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF THE SAME DOG.
- TO A YOUNG LADY
- 13.
- 11. TO THE CUCKOO.
- 5. WRITTEN IN MARCH,
- 1. TO A BUTTERFLY.
- 8. ADDRESS TO THE SONS OF BURNS
- England! the time is come when thou shouldst wean...
- There is a bondage which is worse to bear...
- One might believe that natural miseries...
- It is not to be thought of that the Flood...
- Great Men have been among us; hands that penn'd...
- We had a fellow-Passenger who came...
- Festivals have I seen that were not names...
- It is a beauteous Evening, calm and free...
- 12. FROM THE SAME.
- 11. FROM THE SAME.