Heath flowers being a collection of poems, chiefly lyrical, written in the Highlands. By William Glen |
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INCHRAY's BONNY JENNY. |
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INCHRAY's BONNY JENNY.
There stauns a bonny green-sward knowe,
Close by sweet Inchray cot,
An' aft, at e'en, stretched on its brow,
I've blest the lovely spot,
An' aun'd its sweets at evening calm,
Whan laid upon the gowan,
While breezes brought the heavenly balm,
Frae whare the rose was growin'.
Close by sweet Inchray cot,
An' aft, at e'en, stretched on its brow,
I've blest the lovely spot,
An' aun'd its sweets at evening calm,
Whan laid upon the gowan,
While breezes brought the heavenly balm,
Frae whare the rose was growin'.
Behind me, Craignavarnian Fell
Its purple heath-bell bore;
Before me, with an abrupt swell,
Appeared the wild Craigmore;
Far to the right, across Montieth,
Rose Stirling's castle-dwelling;
And, leftward, decked wi' snawy wreath,
Benlomond's breast was swelling.
Its purple heath-bell bore;
Before me, with an abrupt swell,
Appeared the wild Craigmore;
Far to the right, across Montieth,
Rose Stirling's castle-dwelling;
And, leftward, decked wi' snawy wreath,
Benlomond's breast was swelling.
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O! weel I loo'd the simmer day,
Whan woods waved green to view;
An' gaily beamed the sunny ray
Upon the Avon-Dhu;
But whan thae bright glints took their leave,
That hour was best of any,
For then saft raise the Lamp o' eve,
Outowre the hills o' Glennie.
Whan woods waved green to view;
An' gaily beamed the sunny ray
Upon the Avon-Dhu;
But whan thae bright glints took their leave,
That hour was best of any,
For then saft raise the Lamp o' eve,
Outowre the hills o' Glennie.
'Twas then, indeed, the knowe had charms,
I prized the heavenly hour;
For I entwined, within my arms,
Sweet Inchray's maiden flower!
And Craignavarnian smoothed his brow,
Look'd safter far at gloamin';
And lovelier was the Avon-Dhu,
Beneath the moon-beams roamin'.
I prized the heavenly hour;
For I entwined, within my arms,
Sweet Inchray's maiden flower!
And Craignavarnian smoothed his brow,
Look'd safter far at gloamin';
And lovelier was the Avon-Dhu,
Beneath the moon-beams roamin'.
Grand is the dwelling o' the Gaël
Whan bright the sun-beams smile,
An' lovely is that lonely vale,
The strath o' Aberfoyle;
But, O! that gowan-sprinkled knowe
Is sweeter far than any,
For there I gat the maiden vow,
O' Inchray's bonny Jenny.
Whan bright the sun-beams smile,
An' lovely is that lonely vale,
The strath o' Aberfoyle;
But, O! that gowan-sprinkled knowe
Is sweeter far than any,
For there I gat the maiden vow,
O' Inchray's bonny Jenny.
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