The poems and literary prose of Alexander Wilson ... for the first time fully collected and compared with the original and early editions ... edited ... by the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart ... with portrait, illustrations, &c |
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ADDRESS TO CALDER BANKS.
Ye hoary rocks, ye woody cliffs that rise
Unwieldy, jutting o'er the brawling brook;
Ye louring steeps, where hid the adder lies,
Where sleeps the owl, and screams the sable rook.
Unwieldy, jutting o'er the brawling brook;
Ye louring steeps, where hid the adder lies,
Where sleeps the owl, and screams the sable rook.
Ye rev'rend trunks, that spread your leafy arms
To shield the gloom, that dark'ning swells below;
Ye nameless flow'rs, ye busy-wingèd swarms;
Ye birds that warble, and ye streams that flow.
To shield the gloom, that dark'ning swells below;
Ye nameless flow'rs, ye busy-wingèd swarms;
Ye birds that warble, and ye streams that flow.
Say, ye blest scenes of solitude and peace,
Strayed e'er a bard along this hermit shore?
Did e'er his pencil your perfection trace?
Or did his Muse to sing your beauties soar?
Strayed e'er a bard along this hermit shore?
Did e'er his pencil your perfection trace?
Or did his Muse to sing your beauties soar?
Has oft at early morn and silent eve,
Responsive echo stole athwart the trees?
While easy-laid beside the glitt'ring wave,
The shepherd sung, his list'ning Fair to please.
Responsive echo stole athwart the trees?
While easy-laid beside the glitt'ring wave,
The shepherd sung, his list'ning Fair to please.
Alas! methinks the weeping rocks around,
And the lone stream, that murmurs far below;
And trees and caves, with solemn hollow sound,
Breathe out one mournful, melancholy ‘No.’
And the lone stream, that murmurs far below;
And trees and caves, with solemn hollow sound,
Breathe out one mournful, melancholy ‘No.’
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