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will make no difagreeable figure amongst those of modern date; and that they will produce the fame effect here, as Mr. Pope obferves a moderate use of old words may have in a poem; which, adds he, is like working old abbey-ftones into a modern building, and which I have fometimes feen practifed with good fuccefs.

Upon the whole, as we have been favoured with the best affiftance in compiling this volume, no further apology is neceffary; and as the approbation of the public has been already fecured to these poems feparately, we hope they have no lefs reafon to claim it, when thus published together.

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'HE Thistle and the Rofe, by W. Dúnbar
Verfes on the Death of Queen Caroline.
By Mr. Shipley nee

The Genealogy of Chrift, by Mr. Lowth
A Fragment, by Mr. Mallet

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"The Eagle and Robin Red-Breaft, a Fable, by Archibald Scott, written before the Year 1600. 28 Ode to Fancy, by Mr. Jofeph Warton

Ode to Evening, by the fame

Ode to Evening, by Mr. Collins

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Ifis, an Elegy, by Mr. Mason of Cambridge 42 The Triumph of Ifis, by Mr. Thomas Warton of Oxford

A Love-Elegy, by Mr. Hammond

The Tears of Scotland, 1746.

An Elegy written in a country church-yard, by

Mr. Grey

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On the Death of Prince Frederic. Written át Paris, by David Lord Viscount Stormont 70 On the fame, by Mr. James Clitherow of Oxford 75 Ode on the Approach of Summer, by a Gentle

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man formerly of the University of Aberdeen 81 A Paftoral in the manner of Spenfer, from Theocritus, Idyll. 20. By the same Infcribed on a beautiful Grotto near the Water 96 Love Elegy, by Mr. Smollet

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MARGARET

DAUGHTER то

HENRY VII. OF ENGLAND,

QUEEN то

JAMES IV. KING OF SCOTS.

BY WILLIAM DUNBAR.

The THISTLE and the ROSE,
O'er flowers and herbage green,

By Lady Nature chofe,

Brave King and lovely Queen.

I.

HEN March with varying winds was overpaft,

Wand fweet April had with his filver showers

Ta'n leave of Nature with an orient blast,
And lufty May, that mother is of flowers,
Had made the birds begin by tymous hours;
Among the tender odours red and white,
Whofe harmony to her was great delight.

II.

In bed at morrow, fleeping as I lay,
Methought Aurora with her ruby ene,
In at my window looked by the day,
And halfit me with visage pale and green;
Upon her hand a lark fang frae the spleen,
"Lovers, awake out of your flumbering.
See how the lufty morning does upfpring."

III.

Methought fresh May before my bed upstood,
In weed depainted of ilk diverse hue,
Sober, benign, and full of manfuetude,
In bright attire of flowers, all forged new,
Of heavenly colour, white, red, brown and blue,
Balmit in dew, and gilt with Phebus' beams,
While all the house illumin'd with her leams.
IV.

Sluggard, she said, awake anon for shame,
And in mine honour fomething thou go write;
The lark has done, the merry day proclaim,
Lovers to raise with comfort and delight;
Will nought increase thy courage to indite,
Whose heart sometime has glad and blissful been,
Songs oft to make, under the branches green?

V.

Whereto, quoth I, fhall I uprise at morrow,

For in thy month few birds have I heard fing, They have mare caufe to weep and plain their forrow:

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