We give brief extracts to illustrate these features of his poetry. The first shows him in his mood of vinous elation; in the second he is acutely depressed and almost maudlin; the third for pure loveliness is almost unexcelled. (1) O, Willie brewed a peck o’ maut, And Rob and Allan cam’ to see; Three blither hearts, that lee-lang night, Ye wad na find in Christendie. _Chorus_ We are na fou, we’re nae that fou, But just a drappie in our ee; The cock may craw, the day may daw, And aye we’ll taste the barley bree. Here are we met, three merry boys, Three merry boys, I trow, are we; And mony a night we’ve merry been, And mony mae we hope to be. It is the moon--I ken her horn, That’s blinkin’ in the lift sae hie; She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But, by my sooth, she’ll wait a wee! (2) Thou ling’ring star, with less’ning ray, That lov’st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher’st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seëst thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear’st thou the groans that rend his breast? * * * * * Still o’er these scenes my mem’ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care! Time but th’ impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seëst thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear’st thou the groans that rend his breast? _To Mary in Heaven_ (3) O, my luve is like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June; O, my luve is like the melodie That’s sweetly played in tune. As fair art thou, my bonny lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun: And I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o’ life shall run. And fare thee well, my only luve! And fare thee well a while! And I will come again, my luve, Though it were ten thousand mile.