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The Earth's Crust, Or, Primogenial Scenes; And Other Poems
The Earth's Crust Or Primogenial Scenes And Other Poems Author:James Lawson General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1863 Original Publisher: Printed for the author by J. Adamson Subjects: History / General Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get fr... more »ee trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. SCOTLAND. Thou'rt my home, yea, dear Scotia, the land of my birth, To thee I do wantonly cling; I love thy brave sons, fill'd with candour and worth, While thy daughters delight me to sing. Oh ! where is a land like my own heathy plains, Where the curlew and plover repose ? And where are such heights as my own mountain-chains, Where the fresh bracing breeze often blows t I love thy deep glens, where the wild roses bloom, And the heath-bells display beauty's mien ; Where flowers in profusion send forth their perfume, As they garnish the sweet sylvan scene ! How oft have I roam'd o'er thy mantle of heath, And as oft press'd thy carpet of moss, And bask'd on thy knoils where the blue-bells unsheath, And the broom-blossoms vaunt of their gloss ! Thy streamlets are dear to my heart as they run -- Oft they hum o'er their murmuring tales, Anon their pure waters are mingled with dun, As the curlew expresseth her wails. I have observed before a genial shower, as well as in the midst of it, that the cnrlew would give utterance to a plaintive, drawling "whistle, which often has fallen on my ear with a lonesome solemnity, in those moorland districts, whither they annually betake themselves to cohabit and breed. Yet I joy to behold the soft genial shower, As it moist'neth thy luscious green, And gems the sweet rose in the bright noontide hour, As it fringes the mild lily's sheen. Thy thistle inspires me and makes me elate, As he shields the harebell on the lea, With his long g...« less