...child ! Land of brown heath and shn^srr wood ; Land of the mountain and the flood ; Land of my siren 1 what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy ragged strand ?' On the north of the town flows the beautiful Tweed, teyond which, and parallel with...

...dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung. II. 0 Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic...the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand 1 StiH, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of...

...hath said, This is my own, my native land !" — or who cannot echo with truth his apostrophe — " ' Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie...the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand T " Elkton smiled scornfully, as he entered into a whispering conversation with Miss Moleskin ; but...

...naturally by his love of the mists, clouds and fogs and all out-of-doors life. He was born in that " 'Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood. . . . ' and his fellow townsman, Sir Walter might have added " 'Land of engineers and much east wind.'...

...hour, that I am come back not only to the land of beautiful natural characteristics, not only to the ' Land of brown heath and shaggy wood. Land of the mountain and the flood '— (applause) — but I am come back to that which is better still, to the land which has that prerogative...

...Hebe ; the average Highlander, especially if an exile, would revel in pictorial reminders of the " Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood," the Norwegian in the scenery of his rugged Fjords, trie Dutchman in the flat and foggy picturesqueness...

...renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonor'd, and unsung. O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse...and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood. Here we have a whole nexus of motifs: the wanderer in danger of losing native roots, nostalgia for...

...Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand.1 The invulnerability of such sentiments to time, place, and culture is suggested by the works...

...Enjoyment in acknowledg'd 111: Danger and Toil and Pain. 6 Adieu dear Mr. Whalley; you are treading Old Caledonia Stern and wild Meet Nurse for a Poetic Child, Land of Brown Heath and shaggy Wood &c. 7 I should not wonder if you met Lord and Lady Keith in your Rambles; they are gone Northward,...

...ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand!. . . O Caledonia! Stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic...the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand! ('Patriotism') Occasionally, as in the last lines here, the tone approaches the bombastic. At his best...