« НазадПродовжити »
Aft down the steep he'd tak a race,
Nor, rinning, flag, Till up he'd climb, wi' rapid pace,
Yon abbey craig.'
There seated, mark, wi' ardour keen,
A fragrant store!
To ‘Stirling shore.'
But aftner far, he'd late and air,
Cheat learning's toils,
Fond genius smiles !
'Twas here, O Forth ! for luve o' thee, Frae wine, and mirth, and cards he'd flee; Here too, unskill'd, sweet Poesy!
He woo'd thy artAlas! nor skill nor guide had he,
Save warmth o'heart!
Yet feckless as his numbers fell,
• The wild mustard,
+ The castle hill of Stirling, from which the finest view of the Carse is seen.
Dr. David Doig, master of the Grammar School, where he taught near forty years. A man whose uncommon erudition and genius entitled to a higher station.
Whan crooning quiet by himsel,
He fram’d the lay On Gowland's whin-beflowered hill
And rocky brae.
How richly then the landscape glow'd
Frae shore to shore !
At milking hour!
And ah! how sweet the murmur rang
And echoing spread
The Backwalk shade;
Dear, peacefu' scenes! how sweet to sing !
Wi' balmy sough,
The 'braes o' Tough!'
But sweet, thro' a' the varying year
That crowns the scene;
Its bleaching green.
* The abbey ferry boat.
And Blair, half hid in sylvan shade,
Frae bar and town,
By Castle Down
And Shaw-park, gilt wi' e'ening's ray;
’Mang grove and bower! And rich Clackmannan, rising gay,
Wi’ woods and tower;
These aft he trac'd, fond nature's child!
Wi' purple light!
'Twas then, by gloaming's sober hour,
Henry Home, Lord Kames, one of the Senators of the College of Justice, and author of many ingenious and learned performances.
+ Edinburgh castle, though distant 35 miles from Stirling, is seen from the castle hill in a favourable day.
Ben Lomond, the highest of the Grampian mountains that bound the Carse of Stirling to the north-west.
$ The abbey of Cambuskenneth, founded by David 1. king of Scotland, anno 1147.
Whar winds Forth's stream, He'd wander, meditate, and pour
This moral theme :
*How still and solemn steals the gloom
On leathern wing;
"Twas but the dove that woos his mate,
Nor moss-grown stane!
Yet regal pomp and courtly show,
And winding food!
Sublime retreat! belov'd! admir'd!
'Gainst lawless power, And yield, mid social sweets retir'd,
Life's happier hour!
To sheathe in peace war's slaughtering sword; To drap the king at friendship’s board;
To draw frae luve's delicious hoard
Her honey'd sweet! And chain fierce valour's lofty lord
At beauty's feet.
Or join the chace, at purple morn,
And shouting thrang ;
The notes prolang ;
Or break the lance, and couch the spear
Display'd their skill,
On Lady's hill.
Thus, tun'd to pastime's peacefu' string,
By Fortha's flood,
Bedrapt wi' blood!
Twas then ilk sport and rural charm
Skreigh'd wild her cry,
Stood watching by!