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* Be Yarrow Stream unseen, unknown
* If Care with freezing years should come,
IN THE PASS OF KILLICRANKY, AN INvAsion neixo expected, october 1803.
Six thousand Veterans practised in War's game,
The MAthon OF JFDBUngh AND heir husbANI).
At Jedburgh, my companion and I went into private Lodgings for a few days; and the following verses were called forth by the charactor and domestic situation of our Hostess.]
Age twine thy brows with fresh spring slowers,
Nay! start not at that Figure—there' Hin who is rooted to his chair! Look at him—look again! for Ile Hath long been of thy Family. with leg. that move not, if they can. And useless arms, a Trunk of Man,
IIe sits, and with a vacant eye;
The joyous Woman is the Mate Of him in that forlorn estate He breathes a subterraneous daiap ; But bright as Vesper shines her lamp He is as mule as Jedborough Tower; She jocund as it was of yore, With all its bravery on; in times When all alive with merry chimes, Upon a sun-bright mora of May, It roused the Wale to Holiday.
I praise thee, Matron' and thy due Is praise; heroic praise, and true ! With admiration I behold Thy gladness unsubdued and bold: Thy looks, thy gestures, all present The picture of a life well spent: This do I see; and something more; A strength unthought of heretofore' Delighted am I for thy sake; And yet a higher joy partake. Our Iluman-nature throws away Its second Twilight, and looks gay : A land of promise and of pride Unfolding, wide as life is wide.
Ah! see her helpless Charge' enclosed
Within himself as seems, composed;
To fear of loss, and hope of tain,
The more I looked, I wondered moreAnd, while I scanned them o'er and o'er, A moment gave me to espy A trouble in her strong black eye; A remnant of uneasy light, A flash of something over-bright ! Nor long this mystery did detain My thoughts; she told in pensive strain That she had borne a heavy yoke, Been stricken by a twofold stroke; III health of body; and had pined Beneath worse ailments of the mind.
So be it!—but let praise ascend To him who is our Lord and Friend' who from disease and suffering ilath called for thee a second Spring:
Fly, some kind Spirit, fly to Grasmere-dale,
The BLIND HIGHLAND BOY.
A tale told by The fine-side, AFTER RETURNING to The vale of GilasA1 ear.
Now we are tired of boisterous joy,
There ! take your seat, and let me see
A Highland Boy!—why call him so
He ne'er had seen one earthly sight;
And yet he neither drooped nor pined,
His Mother, too, no doubt, above
And proud she was of heart, when clad
A Dog, too, had he: not for need, But one to play with and to feed; Which would have led him, if bereft Of company or friends, and left Without a better guide.
And then the bagpipes he could blow;
Yet he had many a restless dream;
Beside a lake their Cottage stood,
For to this Lake, by night and day,
Then hurries back the road it came—
And with the coming of the Tide,
And of those tales, whate'er they were,
Yet more it pleased him, more it stirred.
But what do his desires avail?
His Mother often thought, and said,
Till they, who saw his outward frame, Quakes—conscious of thy power;
A pen unwearied—to indite,
- Impassioned dreams, that strove to span
And yet how fair the rural scene :
Suns that through blood their western harbour -
sought, And stars that in their courses fought, Hence all who love their country, love Towers rent, winds combating with woods— To look on thee—delight to rove Lauds deluged by unbridled floods,- Where they thy voice can hear; t And beast and bird that from the spell And, to the Patriot-warrior's Shade, of sleep took import terrible, Lord of the vale! to Ileroes laid These types mysterious (if the show In dust, that voice is dear!
Of battle and the routed foe
Along thy banks, at dead of night
How disappeard He?—ask the Newt and Toad, Aloft, beneath the moon's pale beam, Inheritors of his abode ; A Champion worthy of the Stream, The Otter crouching undisturb’d, Yon grey tower's living crest In her dank cleft;-but be thou curb'd, But clouds and envious darkness hide | 0 froward Fancy! 'mid a scene A form not doubtfully descried:— Of aspect winning and serene; Their transient mission o'er, - For those offensive creatures shun O say to what blind region flee The inquisition of the sun' - These Shapes of awful phantasy! | And in this region flowers delight, To what untrodden shore?
A := 1,... he sight.
Spring finds not here a melancholy breast, But this we from the mountains learn,
When she applies her annual test And this the valleys show,
His soul into the briar-rose;
The man of abject soul in vain
Nor Autumn, when the viewless wren
Wild Relique! beauteous as the chosen spot Devoted to the tomb. - In Nysa's isle, the embellish'd Grot; Nor deem that it can aught avail | whither by care of Libyan Jove For such to glide with or or sail o (High Servant of paternal I ove), Beneath the piny wood, Young Bacchus was convey’d—to lie Where Tell once drew, by Uri's lake, Safe from his step-dame thea's eye; Ilis vengeful shafts—prepared to slake | where bud, and bloom, and fruitage, glow’d, Their thirst in Tyrant's blood. - Close crowding round the Infant God, | All colours, and the liveliest streak EFFUSION, o
A foil to his celestial cheek!
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1N sight of wallace's Tower. it. We were first, however, conducted into a small apartment, where the Gardener desired us to look at the picture of Ossian, which, while he was telling the history of the young Artist who executed the work, disappeared, parting in the middle— flying asunder as by the touch of magic—and lo! we are at the entrance of a splendid apartment, which was almost dizzy and alive with waterfalls, that tumbled in all directions: the To people the steep rocks and river banks, great cascade, opposite the window, which faced us, being reHer natural sanctuaries, with a local soul flected in innumerable mirrors upon the ceiling and against of independence and stern liberty. ins. the walls." – Extract from the Journal of my Fellow-Trareller.
– How Wallace fought for Scotland, left the name
All over his dear Country; left the deeds
Load of the Walc' astounding Flood! What Ile—who 'mid the kindred thront;