 | The Poems of Robert Fergusson |  |
Written at the Hermitage of Braid, near Edinburgh.
Would you relish a rural retreat,
Or the pleasure the groves can inspire?
The city's allurements forget,
To this spot of enchantment retire.
Or the pleasure the groves can inspire?
The city's allurements forget,
To this spot of enchantment retire.
Where a valley, and chrystaline brook,
Whose current glides sweetly along,
Give nature a fanciful look
The beautiful woodlands among.
Whose current glides sweetly along,
Give nature a fanciful look
The beautiful woodlands among.
Behold the umbrageous trees
A covert of verdure have spread,
Where shepherds may loll at their ease,
And pipe to the musical shade:
A covert of verdure have spread,
Where shepherds may loll at their ease,
And pipe to the musical shade:
For lo! thro' each op'ning is heard,
In concert with waters below,
The voice of a musical bird,
Whose numbers do gracefully flow.
In concert with waters below,
The voice of a musical bird,
Whose numbers do gracefully flow.
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The bushes and arbours so green,
With tendrils of spray interwove,
With foliage shelter the scene,
And form a retirement for love.
With tendrils of spray interwove,
With foliage shelter the scene,
And form a retirement for love.
Here Venus transported may rove
From pleasure to pleasure unseen,
Nor wish for the Cyprian grove
Her youthful Adonis to screen.
From pleasure to pleasure unseen,
Nor wish for the Cyprian grove
Her youthful Adonis to screen.
Oft let me contemplative dwell
On a scene where such beauties appear;
I could live in a cot or a cell,
And never think solitude near.
On a scene where such beauties appear;
I could live in a cot or a cell,
And never think solitude near.
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