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He was an artist—a painter of pictures.

This of the brook:

"Whyles owre a linn the burnie plays,

As thro' the glen it wimpl't;

Whyles round a rocky scaur it strays;

Whyles in a wiel it dimpl't;

Whyles glitter's to the nightly rays,

Wi' bickering, dancing dazzle;

Whyles cookit underneath the braes,

Below the spreading hazel,

Unseen that night."

Or this from Tam O'Shanter:

"But pleasures are like poppies spread,

You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed,

Or, like the snow falls in the river,

A moment white—then melts forever;

Or, like the borealis race,

That flit ere you can point their place;

Or, like the rainbow's lovely form,

Evanishing amid the storm."

This:

"As in the bosom of the stream

The moon-beam dwells at dewy e'en;

So, trembling, pure, was tender love,

Within the breast o' bonnie Jean."

"The sun had clos'd the winter day,

The Curlers quat their roarin play,

An' hunger's Maukin ta'en her way

To kail-yards green,

While faithless snaws ilk step betray

Whare she had been."

"O, sweet are Coila's haughs an' woods,

When lintwhites chant amang the buds,

And jinkin' hares, in amorous whids,

Their loves enjoy,

While thro' the braes the cushat croons

Wi' wailfu' cry!"

"Ev'n winter bleak has charms to me

When winds rave thro' the naked tree;

Or frosts on hills of Ochiltree

Are hoary gray;

Or blinding drifts wild-furious flee,

Dark'ning the day!"

This of the lark and daisy—the daintiest and nearest perfect in our language:

"Alas! it's no' thy neebor sweet,

The bonnie Lark, companion meet!

Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet!

Wi' spreckl'd breast,

When upward-springing, blythe, to greet

The purpling east."