The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1848-02-05
Fol- the Eismlner.

Fol tI.e Eisminsr.
Unpublished Psesas or nsrns
We give below two beautiful poems, SAID 10
be from the pen Of "Auld Scotis's Bard" Net
iher Of them has ever been published in the
collecisd works of Burns though one Of them
bears evident marks Of his pen. We srs willing
to risk our judgment in regard to the authenti-
city Of this one. We believe It has never
before been published in this country. We sx-
tract 1t from the Glasgow Constitutional,
where It was originally published. Itissaidt Ito be
one Of his earliest poems, and was obtained by
an English gentleman from Miss SMITH, one of
the "belles of Neutrality-suspicious. Smith, she
has wilt is not improbable that this may
have suggested to BURSs that perfect little song
of his, about "The Lass wi a tocher."
30! gle me the lass that has acres of charms,
V! gle me the lass wi the weel stockit farms"
AT any rate, be It whose 1t may, 1t 10 beautiful,
and II 1t is not BuRSs', the SMIrH's themselves,
could not have better initiated his style and
manner.
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genuneness. 1t displays traces of moro study,
and higher degree of artistic effort than any
thing we have yet seen from BURss' pen. IL
bears about 1t too many of the conventional
phrases Of poetdom, and ssvors too much Of the
Classical, for the original and untutored genius
Of Burns. "Poet Robin" would never have writ
len "pristins PRIDE" or "with curious traesry
knit"
"Slowly they move, while every eye,
| Isl esven-ward raised in ecstacy,"
savors more Of the school Of MooRr, than Of
that of BuRss. II we compare this with the
Address to Miss CRuIKsHASKs, which il nearest
this style--and, by the way, one of the sweet
est little pieces, he ever wrote--we see at once
the greater simplicity. and more unstudisd die
ton Of the latter piece. We give short extract
from these verses to Miss C. 1--WE hope, she has
long since dropped her cruelty uninspiring
name,) in order to make the comparison a. fair
Fly as possible.
"ARd may'st thou long, sweet crimson gem,
Richly deck thy native stem, e
Till some evening, sober, calm,
Dropping dews aud breathing balm,
While all around the woodland rings,
And ev'ry bird thy requiem sings;
Thou amid the dirgeful sound,
Shed thy dying honors round,
And resign TO parent earth
The loveliest form she e'er gave birth 20
This new piece Is, however, an exquisite little
gem, and worthy even Of BURNS If IL could
have been possible for him to write in this style;
switch. deferentially, we think not"'.
The ResaIa..
In TarbOlton, We ken, there are proper young
| men,
And proper young lassss and "a, man;
But ken ye tho Ronalds that live in the Birrels
They carry the grie to them a, mani
Their fatherss laird, and weel he can spare't
Braid money TO tocher them a, man;
10 proper young men, he'll clink in the han,
Gowd guineas a hundred OF twa, man.
There's ane they ca Jean, I'll warrant we've
Few BONNER lasses, or Draw man;
But for sense an guild taste, she'll brag wi the
best,
And sconduct that beauties a, man.
The charms o. the main, the LANCER they shine
The msir admiration they draw, man;
While peaches and cherries, and roses and lilies
They fade and they wither AVA, man.
If We be for Miss Jean, TAX this frae frien',
A hint o. a rival or twa, man;
The laird o. Blackbyre wad gang thro' the FIRE
III that would entice her ava, man.
The laird o. Braehead has been on his speed,
Tor mar than towmond or twa, man;
The laird o. the Ford will straight on board
Ii he Gamma get her at a, man.
Then Annie comes in, the pride o. her kim:
The boast o. our bachelors a, man
Sac sonsy and sweet. sac fully complete,
She steals our affections ava, man.
IL should detail the pick and the vale
l o. lasses that live herawa', man,
The fault wad be mine, il she didnA shine
The sweetest and best Of them a., man
loe her myself, but daurna weel tell
My poverty keeps me In awe man:
For making o. rhymes, and working at times,
Does little or naething at a. man.
Yet would not choose to lot her refuse,
Nor ha-'t In her power to say-ns, man;
For, though | be poor, unLoticsd, obscure,
My stomsch's as proud as them a, man,
Tho Gamma ride in weeI-b booted pride,
Or flee Ger the hills like a craw. man,
| ! can baud up my head, wi the best O. the breed
Tho fiuttering ever sac Draw, man.
| my coat ana my vest they are Scotch o the
best;
O'psirs O. guild breeks hae iva, man;
And stockings ami pumps, TO put OH my stumps
And ne'er wrang steek la them a, man.
Ny sarks they are few, but five they are new,
Twal hundred as white as the shaw, man;
A tsn-shiiling hat. Holland crayat-
There are no mony poets sac Draw, man.
| never had freens, weei stockit in means,
To leave me hundred or twa, man;
Nae weei- iochered sunts 10 wait on their draunts
1 And wish them in HI for II a, man.
never wss canny at boarding o. money,
| Or claughtint thegither at "a, man;
I've little tospend, and naething TO lend,
But deevil shilling aw, man.
| On nm Evening" View Of the RaBns Of Lsu.
| cipden. +.r.
| Ye holy walls that still sublime
1 Resist the crumbIing touch of time:
How strongly still your view displays
The pety Of ancient days.
As through your ruins boar and gray
Ruins vet beautiful In decay
| The silvery moon beams trembling play:
The forms of ages long gone by
Crowd thick on Fancy's wondering eye,
And wake the soul TO musings high
Fen now, as lost in thought profound,
\ | VIEW tho salapn scans aronad