 | The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill |  |
YE DEAR ROMANTIC SHADES.
Far from the giddy court of mirth,
Where sickening follies reign,
By Levern banks I wander forth
To hail each sylvan scene.
All hail, ye dear romantic shades!
Ye banks, ye woods, and sunny glades!
Here oft the musing poet treads
In Nature's riches great:
Contrasts the country with the town,
Makes Nature's beauties all his own,
And, borne on Fancy's wings, looks down
On empty pride and state.
Where sickening follies reign,
By Levern banks I wander forth
To hail each sylvan scene.
All hail, ye dear romantic shades!
Ye banks, ye woods, and sunny glades!
Here oft the musing poet treads
In Nature's riches great:
Contrasts the country with the town,
Makes Nature's beauties all his own,
And, borne on Fancy's wings, looks down
On empty pride and state.
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By dewy morn, or sultry noon,
Or sober evening gray,
I often quit the dinsome town,
By Levern banks to stray;
Or from the upland's mossy brow
Enjoy the fancy-pleasing view
Of streamlets, woods, and fields below,
And sweetly varied scene.
Give riches to the miser's care,
Let folly shine in fashion's glare;
Give me the wealth of peace and health,
With all their happy train.
Or sober evening gray,
I often quit the dinsome town,
By Levern banks to stray;
Or from the upland's mossy brow
Enjoy the fancy-pleasing view
Of streamlets, woods, and fields below,
And sweetly varied scene.
Give riches to the miser's care,
Let folly shine in fashion's glare;
Give me the wealth of peace and health,
With all their happy train.
| The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill | |