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A Famous man is Robin Hood,The English ballad-singer's joy!And Scotland has a thief as good,An outlaw of as daring mood;She has her brave ROB ROY!Then clear the weeds from off his Grave,And let us chant a passing stave,In honour of that Hero brave! Heaven gave Rob Roy a dauntless heartAnd wondrous length and strength of arm:Nor craved he more to quell his foes,Or keep his … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 X. Rob Roy’s Grave, By: William Wordsworth

Behold her, single in the field,Yon solitary Highland Lass!Reaping and singing by herself;Stop here, or gently pass!Alone she cuts and binds the grain,And sings a melancholy strain;O listen! for the Vale profoundIs overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chauntMore welcome notes to weary bandsOf travellers in some shady haunt,Among Arabian sands:A voice so … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 VIII. The Solitary Reaper, By: William Wordsworth

"What, you are stepping westward?" "Yea."'Twould be a 'wildish' destiny,If we, who thus together roamIn a strange Land, and far from home,Were in this place the guests of Chance:Yet who would stop, or fear to advance,Though home or shelter he had none,With such a sky to lead him on? The dewy ground was dark and cold;Behind, all gloomy to behold;And stepping westward seemed … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 VII. Stepping Westward, By: William Wordsworth

Sweet Highland Girl, a very showerOf beauty is thy earthly dower!Twice seven consenting years have shedTheir utmost bounty on thy head:And these grey rocks; that household lawn;Those trees, a veil just half withdrawn;This fall of water that doth makeA murmur near the silent lake;This little bay; a quiet roadThat holds in shelter thy Abode,In truth together do ye seemLike … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 V. To A Highland Girl – At Inversneyde, Upon Loch Lomond, By: William Wordsworth

    Child of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream    Roars in thy hearing; but thy hour of rest    Is come, and thou art silent in thy age;    Save when the wind sweeps by and sounds are caught    Ambiguous, neither wholly thine nor theirs.    Oh! there is … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 IX. Address To Kilchurn Castle, Upon Loch Awe, By: William Wordsworth