LIFE IN THE HIGHLANDS,
1848TO1861.
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,Land of the mountain and the flood,Land of my sires! what mortal handCan e’er untie the filial bandThat knits me to thy rugged strand!Still, as I view each well-known scene,Think what is now, and what hath been,Seems as, to me, of all bereft,Sole friends thy woods and streams are left;And thus I love them better still,Even in extremity of ill.
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,Land of the mountain and the flood,Land of my sires! what mortal handCan e’er untie the filial bandThat knits me to thy rugged strand!Still, as I view each well-known scene,Think what is now, and what hath been,Seems as, to me, of all bereft,Sole friends thy woods and streams are left;And thus I love them better still,Even in extremity of ill.
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,Land of the mountain and the flood,Land of my sires! what mortal handCan e’er untie the filial bandThat knits me to thy rugged strand!Still, as I view each well-known scene,Think what is now, and what hath been,Seems as, to me, of all bereft,Sole friends thy woods and streams are left;And thus I love them better still,Even in extremity of ill.
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,
Land of the mountain and the flood,
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e’er untie the filial band
That knits me to thy rugged strand!
Still, as I view each well-known scene,
Think what is now, and what hath been,
Seems as, to me, of all bereft,
Sole friends thy woods and streams are left;
And thus I love them better still,
Even in extremity of ill.
The Lay of the Last Minstrel.
Old Balmoral CastleBALMORAL.—THE OLD CASTLE.After a Sketch by Wild.
BALMORAL.—THE OLD CASTLE.
After a Sketch by Wild.