Now Winter pours his terrors o'er the plain......57
Now, when the thunder of dread war is o'er.....219
Oh! soft and sweet the evening sun..
Oh! lay me by yon peaceful stream
Oh! where, tell me where, is your Highland
NOTE.-Page 17 immediately follows p. 10., owing
to the circumstance of its being presumed, when the
Poems were put to press, that the Title, Contents,
Alphabetical Index, &c, would occupy full 16 pages.