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The braes ascend, like lofty wa's,
The foamy stream deep-roaring fa's,
O'erhung wi' fragrant spreading shaws, woods The birks of Aberfeldy.
The hoary cliffs are crowned wi' flowers, White o'er the linns the burnie pours, cascades And rising, weets wi' misty showers
The birks of Aberfeldy.
Let Fortune's gifts at random flee,
They ne'er shall draw a wish frae me,
THE HUMBLE PETITION
WATER TO THE NOBLE DUKE OF
My lord, I know your noble ear
Wo ne'er assails in vain;
1 "The first object of interest that occurs upon the public road after leaving Blair, is a chasm in the hill on the right hand, through which the little river Bruar falls over a series of beautiful cascades. Formerly, the Falls of the Bruar were unadorned by wood; but the poet Burns, being conducted to
How saucy Phoebus' scorching beams,
In flaming summer-pride,
The lightly-jumpin' glowrin' trouts,
Last day I grat wi' spite and teen, wept - vexation
That to a bard I should be seen
Even as I was he shored me;
But bad I in my glory been,
He, kneeling, wad adored me.
see them (September 1787,) after visiting the Duke of Athole, recommended that they should be invested with that necessary decoration. Accordingly, trees have been thickly planted along the chasm, and are now far advanced to maturity. Throughout this young forest a walk has been cut, and a number of fantastic little grottos erected for the conveniency of those who visit the spot. The river not only makes several distinct falls, but rushes on through a channel, whose roughness and haggard sublimity adds greatly to the merits of the scene, as an object of interest among tourists." - Picture of Scotland.
Here, foaming down the shelvy rocks,
In twisting strength I rin;
Enjoying large each spring and well,
As Nature gave them me,
Would then my noble master please
The sober laverock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music's gayest child, goldfinch Shall sweetly join the choir:
The blackbird strong, the lint white clear, linnet
The mavis mild and mellow,
The robin pensive autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
This, too, a covert shall insure
To shield them from the storm;
And coward maukin sleep secure,
Low in her grassy form.
Here shall the shepherd make his seat,
And here, by sweet endearing stealth,
Despising worlds with all their wealth
The flowers shall vie in all their charms
Here haply too, at vernal dawn,
Let lofty firs, and ashes cool,
Let fragrant birks in woodbines drest
And, for the little songster's nest,
So may old Scotia's darling hope,
Spring, like their fathers, up to prop
So may, through Albion's farthest ken,
The grace be
"Athole's honest men,
And Athole's bonny lasses!"
WRITTEN WHILE STANDING BY THE FALL OF FYERS, NEAR LOCH NESS.
AMONG the heathy hills and ragged woods,
As high in air the bursting torrents flow,
As deep recoiling surges foam below;
Prone down the rock the whitening sheet de
And viewless Echo's ear, astonished, rends.