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THE pibroch's note, discountenanced or mute;
Of quaint apparel for a half-spoilt boy;
And some old honours, too, and passions high:
Then may we ask, though pleased that thought should range
Among the conquests of civility,
Survives imagination-to the change
Superior? Help to virtue does it give?
If not, O Mortals, better cease to live!
COMPOSED IN THE GLEN OF LOCH ETIVE.
“THIS Land of Rainbows (spanning glens whose walls,
Of mountains varying momently their crests—
The Muse exclaimed; but Story now must hide
That make the Patriot-spirit bow her head
Where the all-conquering Roman feared to tread.
COMPOSED AFTER READING A NEWSPAPER OF THE DAY.
"PEOPLE! your chains are severing link by link;
While all lie prostrate, save the tyrant few
66 'Knowledge will save me from the threatened woe."
COMPOSED AT DUNOLLIE CASTLE IN THE BAY OF OBAN.
DISHONOURED Rock and Ruin! that, by law
Vexed is he, and screams loud. The last I saw
Light from the fountain of the setting sun.
Such was this Prisoner once; and, when his plumes
The sea-blast ruffles as the storm comes on,
In spirit, for a moment, he resumes
His rank 'mong freeborn creatures that live free,
His power, his beauty, and his majesty.
IN THE SOUND OF MULL.
TRADITION, be thou mute! Oblivion, throw
Thy veil in mercy o'er the records, hung
Round strath and mountain, stamped by the ancient tongue
Spots where a word, ghost-like, survives to show
From honour misconceived, or fancied wrong,
What feuds, not quenched but fed by mutual woe.
Could gentleness be scorned by those fierce Men,
Yon towering Peaks, Shepherds of Etive Glen* ?'
* In Gaelic, Buachaill Eite.