Verses On The Destruction Of The Woods Near Drumlanrig
?
to muse some favourite scottish theme,
or sing some favourite scottish maid?
“there was a time, it's nae ng syne,
ye might hae seen me in my pride,
when a' my banks sae bravely saw
their woody pictures in my tide;
when hanging beed spreading elm
shaded my stream sae clear and cool:
and stately oaks their twisted arms
threw broad and dark across the pool;
“when, glinting thro' the trees, appear'd
the wee white cot aboon the mill,
and peacefu' rose its ingle reek,
that, slowly curling, cmb the hill.
but now the cot is bare a
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