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‘One to destroy, is murder by the law’
One to destroy, is murder by the law, And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; To murder thousands, takes a specious name, War’s glorious art, and gives immortal fame.
Lines Written Under the Portrait of Robert Fergusson, the Poet
Curse on ungrateful man, that can be pleas’d, And yet can starve the author of the pleasure! O thou my elder brother in misfortune, By far my elder brother in the muse, With tears I pity thy unhappy fate! Why is the bard unpitied by the world, Yet has so keen a relish of its …
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Elegy on the Death of Mr David Gregory, late Professor of Mathematics in the University of St Andrews
Now mourn, ye college masters a’! [tab]And frae your ein a tear lat fa’, Fam’d Gregory death has taen awa’ [tab]Without remeid; The skate ye’ve met wi’s nae that ska’, [tab]Sin Gregory’s dead. The students too will miss him sair, To school them weel his eident care, Now they may mourn for ever mair, [tab]They hae …